I'm sorry I can't be who I need to be. I'm sorry I can't understand what I'm feeling. I'm sorry that I fucked up. I will never be able to be free from this madness I now call life. I am so young yet I have lost so much of who I thought I was.
I'm tired of trying to find myself, and I'm tired of not knowing. I'm weak from the many battles I've had to face, and I'm weak to fight those that approach. Who am I? The damn question will always haunt me and I'm very sure of it. There is nothing I can do to ease this fight of mine, nothing I could ever hope to do. Everything I want will never be, for it is just a dream.
What I long to do in life I can never do. It is based of luck and skill of which I posses little. To sing is to free me, yet to sing is to chain me in other ways. I'm. It stupid enough to believe I will be free, but I am stupid enough to dream. Why does this keep happening? Why do I find what I want to do but my mind shuts it down? Why? WHY?
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Depths of my mind
RandomCompilation of things ive written. PLease don't steal and if you want to use it just ask :) Please give it a read. There are darker themes within this, so please be aware of that.
