Am I demented or just distubed?
Nobody is perfect and I stand accused.
I lost my faith to this, this image of a perfect person who I am suuposed to be.
I cant wait until I leave.
To leave this hurricane of destruction behined me.
I just look out my window and wait for it to blow past by and when it does its still there in the back of my mind. Stalking me until the pain comes again.
Then its like a big wave getting bigger and bigger until it takes over me.
