And i find it kinda funny,
i find it kinda sad.
that dreams where im dying are the best,
ones i have ever had.

There's just nothing left of me. It's all tattered and torn. Torn by horrible feelings. Feelings that shouldn't exist, because they are too real, almost like pain..

I should be strong, and take up the sword to fight. I should strike back without mercy, or pity. I should hit those who were driven to hurt me. But I'm afraid..I can not.

Ive never felt beautiful.
Just ugly, worthless, and used.

Reality isnt my friend.
Nor is light, or people, or life.

You're great at pointing fingers,
At everyone else but yourself.

Unconttrolled maddness is created from misunderstood traumas

'Ive always felt like this, so nothing will ever change..'

I started running... and have never gone back!
Where is home?
I hope I find one some day...

Everything is crashing down around me
... and I stand here not moving