[ These thoughts get past my walls, encircleing me when I let my strength falter. The blood remebers , the body burns the cuts invisible to the ever seeing watching eyes. ]

These thoughts get past my walls, encircleing me when I let my strength falter. The blood remebers , the body burns the cuts invisible to the ever seeing watching eyes.
Do you understand what its like to stop and run away from a world that still understands the craving of release to escape the pressures of reality, I see it everyday, deal with at all times. My battle is always fighting, I have to always fight to connect to the world. To feel is what I must push my self to do , becuase most of the time im sick of feeling. TO feel is to be human, I am sick of being in a group that does not respect discipline. I love what i do , yet I am sick of those who don't give a shit.