TheLastGreySky
Wizard
- Nov 24, 2023
- 690
Mr.Nothing :
There are parts of me broken and parts of me buried. Fragments of bone and chunks of calcified emotions. I wanted to be someone, I wanted to be something.
But how could I?
They said I was gonna die alone,
But don't we all?
Doesn't everyone bend and compress themselves to fit in, or is it just me?
When did all the outside opinions become mocking voices inside my head, and how can I shut them off?
There are parts of me broken and parts of me buried. Fragments of bone and chunks of calcified emotions. I wanted to be someone, I wanted to be something.
But how could I?
They said I was gonna die alone,
But don't we all?
Doesn't everyone bend and compress themselves to fit in, or is it just me?
When did all the outside opinions become mocking voices inside my head, and how can I shut them off?
