I've often wondered Am i crazy?
Am i sane? I know these aren't normal thoughts. Why do I always feel all this pain?It feels like all I seem to feel is pain and anguish. I wear it all out but sometime it's death I wish. I tell people and they leave. Is this what I'm worth? They say just point your head north. Well that doesn't work for me anymore. Have you looked at me? Seen the scars I wore? Normal people don't have those. There is a reason I always wear jeans. Why I always have long sleeves.
That light at the end of the tunnel is a lie. It never was there. Because any time I stepped toward it, it got farther away. All of those sorries I said. I don't know if I meant them or not. The only thing that gives me comfort in my sad life is knowing my writing gets read. I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm sorry