split
no one understands how i feel
they dont understand the struggle
of being more than one person
they just dont understand
it hurts so much
multible personalites
one body
they dont understand the pain
the pain they cause by judging me
it hurts, like a knife in the back
they all call me a freak
a freak that sould not exsist
i ignore them on the outside
but on the inside i cry
inside i am drowning
and dying
ouside i am happy
and living
split in half so perfectly
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Nico The Ghost King
i have agoraphobia and im a naturally nervous and shy person im also gay, i have been thinking on becoming vegan, im still trying to figure out if it will be a good choice for me
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