I have been told my smile can light up a room, if this is true why is it so dark in here? Where does the light come from? maybe me, or my friends, or maybe even my responsibilities. I need more of whatever it is. I am filled with darkness and yet i crave the light. I am filled with self-pity, but desire independence. I am a broken man, but I look to repair others. I cry myself to sleep, but I wake up with a smile.
I look inside and I see darkness. I see chaos. I see nothing. My desires will not be fulfilled. I can be what I want, but I am what I am. A husk.