Into the Void.

I know what is right, and I know what is wrong. The border between good and evil is for me like a thread, a line between justice and shame.
I would do anything not to be alone. But there is no company around that I can convince myself to keep.
And those I admire, my heroes, even they are tired of me.
Something cripples my mind. Makes me incompatible.
It’s like I have no personality. I am nothing but a copycat.
If I cannot mirror another, then I have nothing but the masochistic desire to be punished, or the sadistic desire to cause pain. I am twisted around a wire that divides two spaces. One side craves love, the other isolation.
I cannot relax. I cannot just be. Another day down the drain. Another day I messed up. One day, I will fall off this wire I balance upon, and maybe then someone will finally see me for who I am.