the things that made sense no longer do. either by chance or by a flawded design, I was born. there are things in life i cannot make sense of. i am one of them.

if i once was, i no longer am. if i ever was to be, i will never become. broken things, like myself, seem to attract other damaged goods. 

getting close to someone is painful. not because it is hard or because it is something that goes against my nature but because every person i somehow manage to touch, slips away from my closed hands. 

trying to hold on to you is the same as trying to hold on to life. no matter how hard i try to cling, I can't. the blood starts escaping my circuit, i become cold, dry and pale.

if i was to be someone i would've most likely have been someone already. since i am nothing of value, what draws people in? i got nothing going on in my life but the people that get going as fast and they came.

one day the noise will stop and the light will disappear so that i can finally find confort in the darkness, as intended. rain falls on my head, thunder cracks on the grass i step on. i am burning as hot as the sun, and as intense as a vulcano that recently erupted.

people often dissapoint. people often make me question if i ever was meant to live. i don't belong in anyone's arms, i don't belong on another person's bed. i don't belong