My life, My soul, caught in a trap, my love my life, taken from me, i'm all alone, no one to turn to, my wotld, a black oblivion. not a hope in my mind. the lives of others, continue without stop, nobody notices me, standing in the corner. their lives are entertaining, so different from my own. do they ever fall off the edge? they sem so perfect, to me, an outcast. my dark oblivion. not a care in the world, my dark oblivion. trapped in despair, i ask myself again and again, did i really do that, hurt myself and my family? did i hurt the few true who dare to still come near me. my black oblivion, a trap on myself, my wrist in bandages, because of myself.
Reason for writing:
the event this is talking about was not that long ago and i wrote it in the ward. i don't know why i did that crap to myself, but in a way, because of it, i became a different kind of person. i wish it never happened.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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