Hands on my face so I can't see a thing. If human is a race then who's in the lead? And who's last place? would that be me?
Me, I've seen a lot of things I can't explain with any certainty. Why do people live and die and what's this feeling irking me? Why's there so much hurt in me? Blood is blue until it bleeds. I can't change until I speak, not much to say, just leave me be. Let me be alone sometimes, I need it just to feel inside. I don't really feel but when I do I like to write it, my mind's in constant motion, the momentum starts to wear me down. But if I try to stop it then I contemplate a different route. But that is not option, see society has let me down. Now I live my life in silence, I don't let it get me down.