Look into it you'll see freedom..
I wonder if she lied to me.
It was once so lonely I frequently talk to myself.
It was either sooner or later of me having phsyco attacks.
I even had to talk to the wall. Seriously... felt ridiculous but no one else would listen.
I tried hiding inside my cupboard hiding and crying.
Feeling sorry for myself, but it just felt more ridiculous after crying.
I hate being over controlled, makes me feel useless.
What does it takes to escape all of these.
Regretting gets me no where.
Should I just message and tell that to start all over?
...
Sad..I had to face everything on my own.
'Nice' dad said that if I can't face a small problem on my own,
I won't be able to make it through harder times.
Carmen where have you been...
I need help.
I can't control what I want.
And who said it doesn't feel like a jail here.
Cage, ill, sad, pain, razor blades, blood, sick, gore.
- JW -
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