In the end were still alone. Crushed by our own feelings, and the feelings of our only loved ones. We can’t be perfect, it just always seems there is much better all around. No matter how long you lie to yourself-to get through the years. It’s burning deep deep down, and it creates this hatred for myself. Anger arises and throws my fists in the air. I slowly start to fall. Collapse on the only thing I have, myself. It’s hard to burn everything that comes near you. I just fight the flames. Yet still sitting here, alone. I want to be so close but I put myself into doing the things I should not. Now everyone listens. And I have no defense. I am kayla, no matter what eye or ear precieves it as. I just suck at everything. Blown to bits if tattered pieces. So ugly and demolished. So purely innocent that it becomes a bliss. Where am I?
this picture rules
Why does things have to be this way? I need Jesus and reconciliation