I hate all of my works. That's it. Here, some bullshit you surely like to read since you read my bullshitstorys:

I can fly. 
No... 
I wanted to fly.
My whole life, that was my only wish. 
And now, when all my friends are gone, I can.
I can fly and touch the Sky.
With my broken bloodstained patchwork wings.
My friends gave them to me with the words: "Live"
"Live until the end, just for you. But, promise, that you will remember us, okay?" 
They said that with a smile but I cried. 
My tears fall down every night when I watch the moon and the stars and remember that they are no longer.
They're gone.
Forever. 
Yeah, those are my Wings.
My Dreams are no longer important without them.
Not alone.
Please...
Save me from the loneliness...
All I wanted was to be free...