So here I am again,
In this place, I don't know where
I come here now and then,
But I always arrive here without warning,
I hate this place, yet I constatly end up here,
I go through my path in life and it seems inevitable,
That everything good must led me here.
I feel alone, scared, sad, afraid, yet.... I feel peace.
Like I know this place can do me no harm,
This place stops me from harming others,
It is a good place for me... In theory that is.
I'm here every now and then,
It's a sad place full of my memories,
It's a scary place with my unsure futrue put infront of me,
It's a place where everything is wrong... On the inside.
It's a place where I have too much time... When time is running out,
It's a place where I feel insecure, where I feel unwanted... Not loved... Used.
Here is my personal hell, I spend time here now and again,
when outside world outside shuts down...
And this is all that I have left...
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