Maybe its just me, but...I'll never be good enough. You will never accept me. I will always be scum. And am i okay with that? No, it's eating me alive.My heart, it burns. My brain, its mumbled. My words, are limited. My feelings, are close to nothing yet in the worst condition possible.Is this healthy? FUCK no.Can i change it? Yes.Will i be able to? Not anytime soon.And even if i did change, even if i did get healthy, even if i gave my life, it would all still not be good enough.
Mara Demoness: Whited sepulcheShe.She is evil.She is all that is evil.She is Queen of the Demons.She welcomes you into her home, her life, her children. She takes you in with all hospitality. Giving you food, making you laugh, giving you advice on how to survive in the world we know today. You take it in and reminisce on it.But now you are in a trap. You've been lowered into her web of death. You're feet get stuck in her hypocritical words and actions. You struggle stepping up, as your feet are entangled in the misleading words. Her malevolence grows stronger with each scream. Your hands are now wrapped up in her assumptions. Forcing you down, closer and closer to the deep spinning black hole in the center of her body. Now you look up into her eyes, and the only thing you can see is pure hatred. And its all being focused on you. Sweat rolls down your cheek. But its not because you're nervous, her wrath is with fire. Hatred like fire; it makes even light rubbish deadly. The flames engulf your body. H