Of all the things I feel

Probably nobody will ever read this, so I guess I'm just honest with myself.
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...