I'm trying to kill the world around me.
Don't listen.
Don't see.
Don't feel.
But there are just those people I only have to look at and everything stabs me, as if it is trying to kill the beast I have become.
Those people who try to kill me with their appearence in the dark.
Why don't you just let me suffer alone?
Why do you have to make me bleed more?
I know I'm not perfect.
I'm sorry.
Mr. I'm not what you think you see.
Ma'am I'm not pretty as you are.
I am not as smart as you.
I am not as funny as you.
I'm not as great as you.
I don't deserve living.
No. No. No. No.
I'm trying, okay?
Please take everything I have.
I am not good enough to have it.
I'm sorry.
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PuisiDie Gedankengänge eines Einzelnen werden Schwarz auf Weiß in die Öffentlichkeit geschoben... In der Hoffnung, dass es in den Tiefen jemanden erreicht. In der Hoffnung, dass die Wörter nicht für immer nur im Kopf eines Einzelnen herumflattern.
