Blog Post 410
If I Cried Out Every Tear I Held Back, Would that Make Me Less of a Man?! Not really sure if I wanna forgive myself for all the hurt and sleepless nights I put myself through trying to escape from the pain I caused myself from simply just existing and trying to keep out of sight from everyone I've ever met. I have this weird ass feeling that there's someone constantly watching my every move, trying to replicate my own well-being, and acting as if they're the real thing when in reality it's just me fighting against my inner demons trying to escape the void of feeling lonely. I keep thinking about going back home and trying to find the feeling of being safe and loved once again, but instead, I'm reminded of all the mistakes and fights I had while being there, just to watch it all burn down as time went on. I walked down the empty streets, thinking of all the memories that haunt me from being who I really am. I wish I could go back to the day I was born and kill myself...