#wherehaveigone

I'm waking up, to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and sweat my rust, I'm breathing in the chemicals by puckleberryslushy featuring a fake tree ❤ liked on Polyvore

Who am I?

A question I ask myself daily…. what happened to me?

I cannot remember the last time I can truly say I was happy and ‘normal’.

The lows and the highs don’t count. When i’m low i feel like someone else trapped, where i don’t understand how i feel so how can i expect anyone else to? And my highs… Im bouncing, loving life, ecstatic like the worlds at my feet. But that can’t truly be me either, not when i feel so low at the same time, not when i hate myself for feeling like this.

The feeling of being ‘normal’ is so wanted, so desired. However what is ‘normal’. I used to be your usual teenage boy with ambitions and laughter, who had so much joy with life and enjoying all I do.

Now… A lost shell of that person, someone who worries so much about others it shatters his confidence, someone who constantly ask himself whats the point, someone who cry’s himself to sleep most night, someone in the worst pain his ever felt and yet cannot describe the way he feels.

Have I lost who I used to be? Or is this now the person I am?