I wish fictional characters were real. They'd whisk me away to a new land. I could run away on the could rainy wing and finally be free, but they're fake. All hopes of a future with people that are this amazing are fake. Why do people hope that they'll ever get someone like this? It's stupid, everything is hopeless. We all just die and does anyone really care? So many trees fall and nobody knows or misses them. I wish these characters were real so I could leave my past, my life, my regrets, my identity all behind so I can finally be happy in life. No of them would know what I've been through, nobody will know I'm crying at night, nobody would know I've died inside and the greatest risk to myself for a cause of death is my own two hands and my god awful Head. I live incased in a deafening silence surrounded by faces of people who I will never understand and lead by the screaming whispers in my head. I'm a broken puppet dancing to a beat of static. An old long broken record playing on an endless loop. Never will I ever be free from my strings, because you can't run away from yourself.
