10 January 2013
Stare at the wall for hours on end, Time is frozen and your sanity can no longer comprehend, the troubled thoughts of a damaged man, whos has no idea of his life's gameplan.
I'm expressionless and rooted to the spot unable to move, my emotions run riot and I can't tell myself the truth.
Why? Why do I make all the wrong choices ? I cant seem to escape societies voices. Truth is Maybe I am damaged goods and always will be, So does this mean this world and the next just isnt for me?
Stare • Opuss № I