I am lost, My whole spirit seems trapped in a body that I hate. The shell looks horrible yet the innner I like. I want to be free like a catapiller turning to butterfly. I waant to write my story, but wonder if it's interesting enough, I miss my parents and I think this child in my head, can't accept they've gone. Outside the sky has turned dark, ready for a storm, inside my moods the same. Can you help me? Will you help me? I need help. Please.
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