punkjrk7

I'm filled with discomfort in wanting to change my face. It's my fault I'm made this way. Shame fills my eyes, and it's swollen in my skin. filled with nothing, Bursting with anger at the constant emptiness, made perfectly to torture as it is the air I breathe.

that story, the unbelievable one, was mine all along though i didnt know and i said i think id rather leave it this way id rather leave it this way the sunlight the blowing wind and the sky they were all mine yet you let it all go by you might say i'm the crazy one believing my own lies but what i believe is alive what i believe is alive