What is wrong with me? Why do I want to bleed? Why can’t I handle, the problems thrown at my candle? To turn everything into flames, running through the blames, I can’t handle the shame, I can’t think about my name. I try to keep balance, I try to show my talents, but instead I get torn down, all my talents get ripped out, I can’t feel anything at times.
It’s like I’m not even mine, it’s definitely become a problem, I can’t handle, because that’s when I’m a threat to my own candle. I reach out for the flame, and try to burn my hand away, hurt myself until I feel, the pain I should whenever I heal. It’s not there, I’m not real, something is wrong. WHY AM I SO DUMB? What am I supposed to be? Why have I stopped trying to see?
I’m a real thing! I’m a living being! No. I’m not. I can’t feel any hurt, it’s like I am a ghost, and someone else is in my clothes.