Another sleepless night..
And what for this time?
Because I'm a mistake, a burden.
And once again this is brought to my attention.
For the millionth time it seems.
Will I ever be sane?
Can I ever be trusted?
The only use of this tongue.. Lies, nothing more.
My personal variation on a series of events.
The never ending twist to my so-called life.
Perfection is impossible, Happiness is a myth.
These little lines that leak and wreak of the uncleanliness of my soul
Seem to make everything better for that one single instance
That lonely second in time, but even so, it's a change of mood
A change of feeling, proof that I am capable of such emotion.
A refreshment. A much needed swallow after years of thirsting after a life that was never my own.
A quick step back into a reality filled with sanity and morals.
But that limited time ends, of course, as it always does.
And once again I'm left alone to disappear into myself.