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I look up and I admit I wonder sometimes, even though I know, I'm just not sure why? I also know I am supposed to find Him around... Here or there. I hate everything. I have no feeling. No heart. No life. No Reason. No reason not to either. The mountain seems small to me now. Everyone standing up top, and I don't care. Take it. My life long I have nothing... They take things I do not have, they break them off in my soul. It penetrates my brain, disrupts my heart. Then again what heart? Where are you?
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