In a world of my own.
16/9/17
22/3/18
In a world of my own I am not broken anymore and I am sorry for this depressing shit but then again, why should I apologize?
In reality We are all broken in our own way, but in a world of my own, there is no such thing as broken - only "different". And "different" is a very good word when it comes down to it.
There are two types of humans in this world - those whom try to fit in and those whom try to be different but some of us may say that there is a third type and that one doesn't give a fuck but they only try to be different by saying that they don't care, when deep inside we all do.
In a world of my own we are no longer called "the depressed generation; the offended generation" because we don't have a reason to be blue no more.
My long gone friend once said that if you want to cut - just cut your hair; if you want to die - just dye your hair and currently my hair is long and blue. Maybe I skipped the first part and replaced it with another.
In a world of my own we are all happy but our hair is green, pink, blue, purple, all the colors of the rainbow and beyond because we all want to die but we all are so much in love with the idea of overcoming this so called "phase" and proving a point to our parents whom we feel are disappointed in our lost souls.
In a world of my own all our lost souls come together, like today, and we dance, smoke away memories and drink away our problems because we can.
In a world of my own none is starving and not just because in the real world they don't have none to eat up.
In a world of my own we no longer fight the demons inside us that feast on our remembrances and we let them drain us until we can start over.
A new start is what we all need, more love and acceptance, no more judgement. We are all pure and we have the chance to start over every 24 hours.
Then there is.
The World of My Own
