Blind as They See

Bubonic

I feel like I'm the reason behind every epidemic, war, broken heart, and everything. I don't know why. Everyday I wake up to a day of pure guilt. Not saying something, regretting a descision. It's really hard to know who I am. I'm one of the billions of people who were a galaxy's mistake who has done so much harm. So much. I'm an INTP- a cold hearted freak who wants to be led out of this prison. I want a chance. I want multiple chances. I want chances to fix what I have created. To try to make myself not feel the pain. Nobody wants me. I lie to myself thinking that someday I'm going to be appreciated for who I really am. I live a lie. I want to leave. Why won't you help? I'm making poor decisions from depression and anxiety. It's the first time I ever failed a class. Two. I won't be able to come back. All I ever wanted was fixing. Why won't you help me? I don't expect you to do it out of love. I want a reason to live, or I may as well be dead. At least I try to do what feels right.