Sometimes I question my meaning.
What purpose is there.
I question myself
Why I should care.
Sometimes I want to curl into a ball and die.
Sometimes I want to sprout dark angel wings and fly.
Sometimes I want to put my headphones in.
To escape even my greatest of sin.
Sometimes I can't express my emotion.
I just don't know where to start.
It's all one giant mess.
But know it comes from the heart.
