Hope, faith, and love. Never hurt anyone. Yet it hurts me to have.
To be accepted by a community of people, I didn't want to associate myself with. Makes me angry, I developed feelings for them. Damn my humanity.
They say, never say never. I never cared about anyone outside my family circle.
Apparently I kind of do.
They care about me, and I couldn't return the kindness truthfully.
I just closed myself up, sewed a shell.
To rip it up. Because the more I think. The more I feel. The more I hear. The more I see.
These people are becoming my family.
It hurts, to know how cold I am.
It hurts to know how I can't change that easily.
As time goes on,
we grow old and wise.
I think I digressed, and chose a darker side.
One filled with loneliness, and selfishness.
Man I feel like I'm sitting in quicksand, and I can't get out.
Somebody please help...
I am losing myself.
I don't know who I am anymore.
The darkness feels like a fitting place to lose myself and mind.
But I don't wanna feel alone deep down inside...
