I wish I didn't feel the way I do.
But I realize now my felings don't come from me, but I've been deceived so many time by the same lie, the same feelings, the same devil inside us all it seems.
I wish I could make it go away. I wish I was never born. But I can't make that come true it seems.Or can I..
Almost everything I used to know seems to be a lie. I feel embarrased by the words I've written, but I know it's not me. But I feel the feelings, and I believed the words, because I've been decieved again.
I don't want you sierra. I don't want this world. I don't want this universe. But I do want light. The light is in me.
How can I hold you accountable when you don't even think for yourself, but you are a puppet, another puppet controlled by the master of puppets. ANd I am a puppet, but I know I'm a puppet.It seems I think for myself sometimes. It's a tragedy, and It seems it was meant to be that way from the beginning. I'm sorry for myself. I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry for us all.
I care about you, but I care about people in general.
It's lies, damnable lies.
I cry out because I feel so alone, except for my tormentor. Will I ever be free?I don't know.
I don't think it was me, I don't think it was ever me. Perhaps I am a child of wrath. Perhaps we are all.
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