In a writers mind
My heart is what I think will kill me though I am not sure what exactly it wants from me it twists and turns like whirlwind It pains me to think of those who I have longed for and that will forever be a mystery to my mind. I wish not to glorify those who I deem perfect but more to hope they understand what they mean to me. my friend that I have betrayed along with bestowing my trust in them I have broken theirs..I am in a conscious battle over good and evil and I continue to choose evil despite the ever increasing pain it has given me...the gods with their hatred cast me one step forward and twice back...I am not reaching anything I want to accomplish and this this is what hurts me I need to accomplish something I want to accomplish you...