Heaven refuses to answer my cries, refuses to even agknowledge my existence. The world seems to show no interest in me, seldom does anyone ever treat me as a companion, and even hell gives only silence.
It's hard to accept change, when you know it could not only hurt you, but also those you love. To learn is to prove yourself wrong, and find a new form that fits, but i've never been able to keep one style for long. I feel like a walking contradiction










