Freakchylde's

I know I’m not meant to feel this way, and it wasn’t meant to be implied. However, I have now justified that I’m just a worthless distraction that isn’t worth much time. I question my resolve to continue, the though of quitting has crossed my mind several times. I’ve spent many a time fighting for something that, in the end, turned out to be something that needed to end. For some reason, I continue, despite the tears, the hours sleeping. I just want to keep sleeping right now. Wake up when it’s all passed and moved on, take a break and wake up to the prince destined to wake me. Dreams, fantasies. Regardless what they start out to be, they crash. Any work of art eventually disappears, the need to be rebuilt, constant rebuilding. It’s tiring. Can’t handle it any more. I want to go, but I’m cemented in my spot. Can’t move, can’t feel. Burning hot showers to feel something sweeter than the pain I wallow in, the desire to start a fight, just so I can get my ass kicked in ways that break every single bone to shattered glass. Priorities. We all have them, I’m just not one of them anymore.