TheDarkerMe
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2009
- Location
- Oregon
I sit on my friends couch, thinking about my life over the past few months. The way it's gone, the way I feel... The way that things should have been different. I try my best to wear a smile, but it rarely comes these days. Not in truth, at least.
Life is not as I thought it would be, but usually it rarely is.
I work now, towards a home of my own. A life of my own. A chance to fly.
Fly, like I've wanted to for so long. But now I am torn, in ways that I haven't ever been. Now I am fallen, and shattered.
Slowly I am picking up the pieces, of my shattered being... Of my shattered mind. Of everything, I pick them up slowly.
I put myself in this place, there is no one to blame but myself. But hopefully things will get better.
I want to talk to him, want to at least be friends. But I don't even know if that is possible.
So when I go back to my Tower, I will curl up on my bed... I will rest against my Fire, and wish that there was a dragon at the bottom of my Tower.
Sometimes I truly wonder... what am I?
Life is not as I thought it would be, but usually it rarely is.
I work now, towards a home of my own. A life of my own. A chance to fly.
Fly, like I've wanted to for so long. But now I am torn, in ways that I haven't ever been. Now I am fallen, and shattered.
Slowly I am picking up the pieces, of my shattered being... Of my shattered mind. Of everything, I pick them up slowly.
I put myself in this place, there is no one to blame but myself. But hopefully things will get better.
I want to talk to him, want to at least be friends. But I don't even know if that is possible.
So when I go back to my Tower, I will curl up on my bed... I will rest against my Fire, and wish that there was a dragon at the bottom of my Tower.
Sometimes I truly wonder... what am I?