I feel something trying to over take me. Almost if though my mind is lying and my words are truth, or it's the other way around.
I hear pleads of hell in my mind, begging for help. Tortured and bruised screaming for someone to save me.
When this happens; my words are in disagreement, and disregard this urge to be saved, in a hostile manner. Ignorance. Pushing it all aside, and for what? Just so you can sit there and do nothing - while you aren't at work?
"No"
I did it again. I tricked myself. I fell short whilst I was so close of breaking free.
Why am I here? I am lost.
Why am I in this situation; crying out day after day - night after night?
I'm breaking...
Why can this hammer of chaos not be stopped?
This cougar of harm not be tamed?
The friends of mine always framed, for something they've never even done. All of the time, with no end to this madness?!?!
Why can't I see you?
Why can I hear you?
Why aren't you there?
Where are you?
Where?
Where oh where must you be?
Right by me, by my side?
Then why must I suffer alone..?
Why do I feel as though I am..?
"Stop"
"Oh woah is me, shut the fuck up - will ya?"
I should sleep again then huh...
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Why Am I Here? I am lost
Mystery / ThrillerBEFORE YOU READ!!! This is a dark and gloomy, psychological twist on your usual 'Detective' kind of story. A destructive mind, with broken pieces in search of amending. Why am I here? I am lost. The Diary entries of a man named Sebastian Wonders. A...
