It's one thing to love, and another to hate, but when someone doesn't care, there are no feelings. I get sick to my stomach every time I think of my life. How I created my own demons. I can't escape their fury, or their sins. I can't escape myself. I'm trapped inside. Every night I come home to an empty house. It doesn't matter if someone if physically there, the shadows still creep up behind and steal my soul. I feel alone no matter where I am. I put on the mask to make everyone think that I'm content with what I do. The truth is, I cough up the blood of my echo feelings. I awake at night in cold sweats, and truly sense the fact that I have lost my mind. I'm not sure anymore what's reality or what's not. Either way, I take it with a fake smile.
Reason for writing:
Everyone since I was a little kid has told me that they don't care what I do with my life. Personally to me that means that someone has no feelings what-so-ever for that particular individual. It's better to hate than to have no feelings at all.
Birth sign: Pisces
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