one piece at a time
june 28, 2009 / 11:32 am
even when it's good
It's hard. i spend
My entire life looking
For acceptance, never
Finding an ounce. if
There was one place
I could call home, i'd
Never leave but that
Place has never existed
And i don't see it ever
Coming to fruition. i try,
Lord knows, i try so hard
But i can't be who i'm
Not and i hate swallowing
The pain. i'm not her. i'm
Not even me anymore. a
Twisted half-breed of who
I was and who you think i
Am. self-loathing has hit
An all time high. i am worth
Nothing, do nothing, and at
The end of the day, have nothing.
Where do i go from here? i can't
Even see a tomorrow. i have a
History of dying and history
Always repeats itself, it's just
A matter of when.