I spend endless hours drawing to try to distract myself from my problems calling
To try to ignore the fact my family's falling apart, to start fresh and fake a non- broken heart. Its like i dont actually feel sad because I laugh it off like its not too bad. But when you take a lost mom and an evil dad it makes a kid that nothing but mad.
I am nothing but mad,
Angry is too harsh, too blunt, too sharp. Sad is too soft, too light, too lumped.
But pain makes things make sense, it not just rage or discombobuled non sense its not just blame that makes my mind run off the bends. Im not as sane as they all think I am.
Im hurt.
Im nothing but hurt.
