I've always gotten in trouble for being clumsy and accident prone.
When i was younger, i would patch up my sibilings without throwing a fit like my parents. I used to know how to show compassion. I barely leave the house anymore...i don't care for appearances. It is getting darker.
He yelled at me the night i rode my bike into a pole and the side of my head stopped me. I saw the pole, then was in the street with the side of my head swollen and strangely mushy. Instead of showing concern, he was angry. Today i was yelled at for grease splattering my face and eyes.
I fear i have two shadows, and one is posed ready to consume me.
Everyone who says they love me is always so angry and negative. All i want is peace and i'm exhausted from a lifetime of clumisily tottering from eggshell to eggshell.
I think i want to be alone.
I'm probably destined to be alone.
"don't tell the others. They'll only laugh."
And there's too much turmoil to find piece...peace...
"I can't think...i...don't know...I...i...i...icecream...icecream...icecream..."
If i were a program, i wouldn't run. self not defined. I just return errors. Can't be saved.
Once i found solice in books. Maybe i was trying to find myself...can such a thing could be found walking the aisles in darkness amongst the bound leaves from the forests of Vashta nerada?
I have two shadows...soon...i'll be ghosting.
Can, i too, be saved?
When i was younger, i would patch up my sibilings without throwing a fit like my parents. I used to know how to show compassion. I barely leave the house anymore...i don't care for appearances. It is getting darker.
He yelled at me the night i rode my bike into a pole and the side of my head stopped me. I saw the pole, then was in the street with the side of my head swollen and strangely mushy. Instead of showing concern, he was angry. Today i was yelled at for grease splattering my face and eyes.
I fear i have two shadows, and one is posed ready to consume me.
Everyone who says they love me is always so angry and negative. All i want is peace and i'm exhausted from a lifetime of clumisily tottering from eggshell to eggshell.
I think i want to be alone.
I'm probably destined to be alone.
"don't tell the others. They'll only laugh."
And there's too much turmoil to find piece...peace...
"I can't think...i...don't know...I...i...i...icecream...icecream...icecream..."
If i were a program, i wouldn't run. self not defined. I just return errors. Can't be saved.
Once i found solice in books. Maybe i was trying to find myself...can such a thing could be found walking the aisles in darkness amongst the bound leaves from the forests of Vashta nerada?
I have two shadows...soon...i'll be ghosting.
Can, i too, be saved?