I feel like...I'm drowing. Losing myself with in this hell we call home. They tell me there's nothing wrong with me... That I'll be fine, that I can be fixed. But they feed me lies. I know I will die. And yet, it doesn't phase me. There must be something wrong with me. Watching all this, I will need some major help. But noone can provide that for me. I cut slowly, crying. I know I will die, Yet I am not scared. I feel no emotion whatsoever. It's as if I have no soul. Which honestly, would not suprise me at all.
GooeyBobJr · Tue Jan 19, 2010 @ 03:22am · 0 Comments |