Ive run for so long Im not sure I would recognize home if I saw it...Ive amassed too much baggage both literal and figurative. I am not who I seem, but will never be the true me...Ive been miserable for so long, that I have grown to fear happiness, a failure so long, I fear success...I hide behind a mask of sarcasm and jaded contempt for the world...where is my real face? Would I recognize it if I saw it? Claire, Sean, and Dante fight for control of the shell...we are one, different aspects of the same being... femininity, fear, and rage...what reason do we have? What logic is there? We are one, but still we are nothing. Nothing of the before time, the long ago, Before the school made bottling the monsters the norm...nothing will become of this life...a waste of oxygen and resources...the pills kill the pain, but they dull my senses...make the screaming stop...to kill the sound of a thousand voices, simply starve them...ignore their wails and they will stop...Maby...then finally some peace...
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 13:47:24 +0000
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