I'm a another creation

Another being with infinite possiblites

I just wish I could be happy and at the same feel complete

My soul feels eampty. Like a missing pice in a puzzel

Never complete

It aggrevates me. It consumes me

All my life I try hard.

Becouse what is life when you don't?

It feels like I wan't to impress my self

To turn over a new leaf and forget the past

To stop thinking about how fucked up people have been to me

The humilation. The evil seed of sin corupting youth inside

It makes me so sad

I'm no saint and never will be, but I try to. To be a good person

To not give in to the darkness. To not corupt even more.