I'm a thing made in this world, have no clue were my life will take me.
I beleave I have regret in many things for the meaning of people's actions.
I don't know why I was sent here.
I'm just another creature brought into this world made of disaster.
I don't know what to do for me or my life.
I don't know if I can help myself threw this. I'm just lost.
Lost in this world I have no clue what it is or why am here, but for some reson I was left to suffer. Suffer threw reality and the truth. I'm not the reason why others hurt, there the reason I hurt. Or maybe I'm just perfect in my own way and people don't see it in me yet. Yes, that's what happened. People take it out on others and don't plame there self at all. I'm just a perfect thing in my own way, brought to this world to discover that you can't take that special perfect away.
