Trying to write down what I feel was always an issue for me....
Cuz I never really know.
I don't know what I feel, or if what I feel is real.
I lied a million times. Lied so often.. so often the lie itself became my truth.
I feel a little dirty right know. I don't know what to do with myself.
I am probably bored.
But Jeez, there are enough things I could do.
Studying, for once.
But it seems like I just can't keep all that stuff inside my head. It feels like it's a waste of time.
Like I'm a wate of time. I can't finish what I start.
I feel the Darkness creeping in on me
Evil thoughts
Imaginations
Crawling, twisting
coming closer
Night by night
I feel it
Crawling through my veins
Itching closer to the
Surface
It wants to break free
It wants to cut free
And I am lonely
more and more
falling into sadness
seeing things...
Realizing
how BOUND I am
Torn
into a million tiny pieces
All of them unique
But
NEVER ENOUGH
never enough...
And I will be never enough for you...
