Eyes On the Roll
Bluelighter
There is an open wound in my mind that never heals. I do not hope for a better life for anyone. Actually, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. There is no me. There is a name that I go by, but inside, there is not a dot I can put on myself. I am ever changing, and I don't even know who I am. All I know is that, I am never happy, I am always angry, and I have never liked anyone. As the days go by, I find it all the more difficult to hide my disgust. My days consist of deep breaths, jaw clenching, tongue biting, and dissociated glances.
