Posted March 28, 20187 yr It sure feels nice to be second rate. Like you're not good enough but it's just too late. You can cry all you want. You can die all you want. But you're always outclassed in this eternal debate. "Is there something wrong with me?" "Am I lacking appeal?" Well, it's kinda hard to tell When this pain feels so real. What's the deal? Why am I even trying? Am I better off crying? Talking to a wall where I get no where at all. And I just fall. It's all silence. Why even try this? Why do I get hurt by what I cannot feel? What I cannot steal? It's like I'm trapped in a cage. Taunted, rubbing what I'm not in my face. I wish I could erase. Everything that I am not. So, what I've got. Looks a lot better than the rest of the lot. But, my dreams are shot. So, I'll just rot. I wish I could forget. Say, "Oh, yeah. That's great." And my depression won't just elevate. But, how could you relate? It seems I'm always running After what wasn't there. So, go ahead and ignore me. 'Cause deep down I still care. Edited March 28, 20187 yr by DemonicDax
March 28, 20187 yr Author 2 minutes ago, TeamRocketHarry said: CRAWLING IN MY SKINNNN!!!! ThEsE WoUNdS tHeY WiLL nOt hEeAAlL
September 3, 20213 yr On 3/28/2018 at 11:04 AM, TeamRocketHarry said: CRAWLING IN MY SKINNNN!!!! Drift Hunters I like this opinion. complete no frills.
December 23, 20231 yr I spent many hours challenging myself and improving my Drift Hunters skills in this game.
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