There's this empty feeling that I get when the wold is always sleeping. The silence that exists within my mind makes me feel I'm the only thing breathing.
It makes me want to run away. Before my mind starts thinking. The emptiness inside my mind is worse then my own heart beating.
Where in the world do I go when this world is not my home. Is there a place for those like me, I need to know if there is such hope.
If there isn't then tell me why the many times I've almost died death didn't come to claim prize when it was just laying there for the taking.
Was I not worth the years of waiting? Or am I all these things that those kept saying.
Years before this said awakening. Where things had hope and there was some sense in playing...