timskin

Sometimes when you want the world to end, to remove every last trace of you, you still feel a sense of hope - some pointless optimism that something is round the corner.

Then there are times more like now, when you see the people all baying for blood. Almost like they can sense something is dying and a few more swift kicks will see it end.

I've tried to justify everything about me whilst having no real pride. My past is painful to me, yet I can't be allowed to forget it. I have nowhere to hide, nowhere to let go. So all i have left is to tear myself up.

Yet even that doesn't seem enough.