Conjuring Light At Night

It was pretty fucked up. Hell my life is pretty fucked up, all that I've seen all that I've done is fucked up.

I always finding myself using that term "Fucked Up" I liked using the phrase when I could. I know I'm different without a doubt about it in my mind. I dye my hair and hide behind my tight black jeans, band tee's and flannels. I blast my music loud so I can't hear the outside world in attempt to block out the whispers and the stares even though I know what they are saying they think I'm a freak. What they call "Emo" but I'm not. I mean I have some tattoos and I want more I'm not a sad depressed person I just want to be unique before I disappear before I fade into the darkness of night like we all do.

At least that's what I planned before she came along.