I never claim to be different, it never occurred to me that being different makes you special. We are all the same, in many ways, and we all have our own moments of weakness, mine are my writing sprees and rock. I cry a lot, I dream a little, I smile when i am broken just to show I am living. I can't write poetry but, I write when my soul moves me, I move onto a new dimension and sing a thousand songs but, here my throat is too constricted to sing. I loose myself, I cry..
I got no soul, I have an empty space where my heart is supposed to be. Tell me am an angsty teen and I wouldn't say no, because I was never special to anyone, I can't be