Alone In The Dark

Alone In The Dark

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Last published Sat, Nov 28, 2015

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I am alone in the dark Stuck inside my head. A prisoner in my own body. It all started 2 years ago, when all the kids in my year but me turned into a slut overnight, meaning that everyone else looked like burned plastic and there was me with human features which now, by the way, means that you are ugly as fuck. Because of this, i'm forever alone and the world thinks that i'm a retarded asshole which is hilarious because the lot of them has a collective IQ of 2.5. Living with the constant fear of group and partner work is torture. The fact that they are always there, judging me is haunting. Yeah I've cut, still am. It may sound like a pathetic reason but its not like family life exactly breezy, with a brother that treats you like shit on his shoe and an overprotective manipulative beast of a mother. Not to forget the Dad that cares more for his new found family than the one he left behind. Well that's love I guess, it never works out. Then there's me, alone in the dark Stuck inside my head. A prisoner in my own body.

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