I hated the way my life was. I couldn't find a place to relax my mind. I forced myself to be someone I wasn't. My mind would never stop thinking, About how fake I was. I am your clay. Mold me how you'd like. It's a curse. I am cursed. Death assured me. But why must he suffer? Why must I watch? So slow and so painful. So much pain... Too much... People can only handle so much. And me, less. I am not strong- I am just no longer surprised. I didn't know how to get away. I needed to LEAVE... Across the street, across the world, wasn't enough. I was broken. I was being torn apart Little by little, Day by day. The crying never stopped. There's no place to hide from myself... I'd crawl to my closet, and lay there for hours. My family resorted to calling me crazy. What a statement! Thus grew my hate and anger. My own mind became a curse. My brain would no longer allow me to move. My breath was painful. My thoughts were electric. Even my tears began to cut my face. Life itself out of context. I am just an accessory. A puppet. Just skin, blood, and bones. This world is a black hole. There is NO chance of recovery. Every night I cried. Cried because I despise the day. With day comes life, life I have lost. The color of my skin grew grown cold. No longer sun kissed, but tinted by the moon. My eyes now sheer and tinted red. I hide, I embrace the night. That's when I'm alone. It's quiet. And that's when I'm allowed, To be crazy.Birth sign: Aries
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