Do I look lost? Can anyone even see me? I wish life wasn't "just what it is" Why have so many ran away from me? What have I done to deserve all of this?! All I have and never will. All that is good. I'm in darkness still. My spotlight never really worked right before, now... it dosn't seem to work at all. Still sore. Still sitting up awake against my will. ssssshhhhh sure, saving still the best sex for her. Psychoticly perfect soul felt super fucking! Still saying the same sayings and slogans... still. Remember this... it is these words your reading, Keeping me breathing, Setting me free. Letting me see. Giving me reson to be. You, want to know why I write? I don't think I'm right and belive we're all wrong. I want the whole world to know I belong!