...

Can... Pain...?

I never wanted, to live like this. Never to

Live in a constant mist. Always do-

ing the best I can.

It's harder than

the ways

we think, and the things "He" says.

Am I really just here,

just to be feared,

by the friends I made.

And hated by the ones who will never pay,

for the damage thats been done,

because for a fraction,

of a second I thought I could be happy. Guess not,

I'm stuck in my dark, horrid, thoughts...