Do you ever feel as though everyone is wrong about you?
The good things they tell you and the good things they say about you to others are doused in lies
This is not their fault
For how would they know about the demons you play with at night?
I am the worst person
And I have failed again
Not at a little thing
But almost life itself
The years will pass just the same despite how much better this all could have played out
I could do without the tears
I could do without the feeling of weakness
I could do without all of this
My hands have cause their own harm to the host
Every line a little deeper
Almost tempted to cross the blue line and watch the night take over my soul
Is that how my book ends
Destroyed by the character itself not the author
I honestly hate that phrase
"It will get better."
You don't know that
Tomorrow is promised to no man
And just the same the plans you had for next Tuesday you might never see Sunday
How long is sanity?
Do I continue to try and make it better?
How long is insane?
Do I continue at all?
-LoveChatty
