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I sit in this room thinking to my self as I look back as the day when by and it hit me like nothing ever before.. I try my best to shake it off but nothing seems to work... It keeps playing and playing over and over in my head. Nothing I can think of or do will shake the thought that wont stop.
I ask my self why would I think such a thought? I know what I can be but this is far, far for me to say.. I keep looking at the day as I try my best to told the tears but they keep coming down like a rain storm. My face becomes red but is hidden in the darkness of the room, no one knows what I'm doing or how I feel only I do... and I want to tell but it seems to only fall on death ears...
I wish I never was.. This person that cant do anything right... I try my best but nothing seems to work in the eyes of others they see nothing more then me as a ******** up...
I cant hide the facts of what I do I cant help the way I am. But they can help me but no one wants too they care to much of them self to come off the high hours and help me in my time of need...
But now that I have told you my story I ask you am I a ******** up?
Hopefully in your eyes I am just me...