AmsyyLeSavage

They said you may come separately Among other things there would surely be I had a thought, but not a whim That you would be the one within I opened up, and you were there To make my slate completely bare You efface my mistakes, repair my err' Though your providers seem not care My friends and I, we bow to you For reasons we have not thought through We look at you and are filled with glee We crowd around so happily You are a Jedi You are like a lightsaber For when I use you You reduce my labor Strangers that see may think we're weird You never know, we might be feared People just can't understand Why an eraser can be this g

I'm scared. I don't know if I can handle this. I'm not safe on my own. My confidence is like a rollercoaster - one minute I feel okay, the next minute I'm broken. I don't understand. I thought it was normal to feel stable. To feel good, even. I don't know who I am anymore. I'm feeling, I'm loving, I CARE. And in this alternate reality that I call my own, I'm dead. Nothing. A barren wasteland of...waste. Of fat. Of scars. Of complaining. Of burdens. Everything that's wrong with me. Everything IS wrong with me. Will I ever be strong again? Was I ever strong? I can't help myself but I need to help others. Will that be enough to