It’s funny really, the feelings I have. The sickening revolt I carry towards myself and everything else, hiding it behind a carefully placed mask. It’s funny because no one suspects a thing. Someone like me, the innocent child, the student who gets good grades, the one who is a Jesus-freak, the one who forgives so easily, can feel like this. Because I’m not any of those things….not since I’ve lost myself to a black hole of nothingness. It is the only thing people can see, the external me, while everything on the inside is bleeding so so slowly.
Why? I can’t even place words as to why I […]