An end. Six66 is the number to. Send. Again. We end in the end. I tried to mend. The turning around the blend Caused a Sudden death?
Sometimes when I hug myself, after a while I just forget if I'm cold or just scared. I try to set aside everything that reality never fails to hide. It's also when chemicals collide it brings me to to a conclusion that all must die. Because sometimes as a child everything told is a deep seeded lie. "Don't cry, it's okay". Buts now it's not okay and I cannot cry.
You don't know the real side of me. When my choices are no longer me. Voices. Don't hear them anymore. But what's more insane, I want to hear them?
But I don't matter. As in I don't feel like I do. But I don't feel like anything else does either.
I really don't know if I should give in or give up.
I'm sorry, I just don't know what to say.
They just need love, don't they
Is this where I'm suppose to be? Is this who I am? Is this the way to feel? Is it real when it feels all empty? Who is who and why must I know them?
I'll keep waiting for someone that will never come.
Could I be more worthless .
I don't know where I'm suppose to go.
A whisper turns into a scream. The return of the unnatural state of mind.
I really don't know what the fuck is this suppose to be.
Why is it that I can feel myself going insane but yet there is no pain. The rain washes the blood stains down the drain. Is that what I wish for, to be restrained? Something sentimental ingrained somewhere I seem to find. Somewhere sentimental it's hard to mind when you've got nothing to lose and your soul to abuse.