I resent time.
It always seems like I never have enough so I stress out horribly..
As time flies by, thoughts creep inside my mind.
I can barely keep control on my emotions/actions.
There's the slippery stairs and I tumble down.
I understand "THEY" attempt to provide help but I'm so beat.
God no longer exists, unfortuntely. I lost my hope in that domain. It's painful. We're all alone.
In this World of Ours where choices outnombre ants, it gets complicated for a simple human being to live.
I will never be normal. Too bad, eh?
And who is it that knows the exact line between normality and anormality? Where is that damn Judge to slice?
My imagination is my worst enemy. Our worst enemies come from within, the mind & heart.
Why is it so hard for me to trust people?
They let you down [sometimex].
What is it that I'm so afraid to lose?
Myself.
I always have to keep marching forward!
Where to?