i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right

no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may