Miles 🏳️‍🌈

I feel like a guest in this house. Like my very existence is something I have to be weary of. One second it’s fine then the next it’s like a match being stuck. You would laugh if I told you that everyday is another battle, another fight. What are you fighting against you would ask. But i don’t think you really want to know. I fight my urge to cut the fiber of my own fabric because it’s the only thing that gave me release. I fight the urge to end it all. It’s not like I have anyone to talk to anyway. So I keep my heart hidden away. He’s to scared to come out of hiding. He’s been hurt to many times. He’s built wall of anger to keep the bad thoughts out but he’s also blind to good because of his avid distrust in people. He doesn’t want to be this way but he’s a product of his environment.