I Don't Know I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know what I want anymore. So many times I've said I've lost myself, but this is really it. I'm stuck. Everything's changed; I've changed. Nothing makes sense, one day this, one day that. I'm not capable of making decisions anymore. Of separating dreams from reality; reality from wants; wants from needs. I just don't know. I don't know what scares me or what makes me happy anymore. What am I running from. I have exactly what everyone wants, hopes and wishes for. Why can't I see that. I'm unappreciative. Selfish. Indecisive. What's holding me back. What happened to who I use to be. That girl that wanted to change the world. Make a difference. Impacts people's lives so that one day I could be remembered. Why can't I find my way back. Or at least adapt to whom I am now. What am holding onto, why can't I let go. I don't know.

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Blocked Blurred vision, heavy eyes. A state of mind, not so conscious to the world that surrounds. Deafening silence, chaos of thoughts. Visuals of the words, but can't be spoken. A haze of fantasy, encrypted from within some dark abyss. My mind, so abnormal, so confusing. Drifting off, balancing between limbo. Reality slipping away, falling out of reach. Insight on ones #life, leaving behind inspiration. Unclear to those whom, read. Crystal to whom write. Unfulfilling desire to hem every tear. Dying love to be wholesome again. To end this obstacle; failure to function. To love and be loved again.

Muder Laura Unnerving cries, slip through the cracks and window panes of this house. Shrieks and screams so blood curddling. The pain, flows through your body, your veins; your heart beat grows faster. Louder and louder the agony grows, pounding and pounding inside your head by guilt and empathy. Closer you approach and the clearer things are. You watch the blade drive down in drastic blows as demon shrills caress your ear. Again and again, as #life is drifting away, the ora of evil succumbs you. And then nothing. Absolute quiet fills the heavily scented air. For a moment you feel at ease, until you see a body squirm and let out a soft groan. And you stroll over to the battered scene, whispering, "I'm sorry," as you slice through skin and fall painlessly on earthly ground.