Once there was a man, he had no chance and no real plan. He had many problems growing up and living his life, as he was picked on and pushed he never could’ve his best. When he was older, he grew into his skin, he realized somewhere he was different than the rest. Can’t have kids, living in a grown up world. X.X. why am I so different? Living this way has been tough, and finding who you are can be rough.
X.X.Y. X.X. why am I made this way? I am not normal, almost living in shame. Scared to talk to others, living this way. X.X. Why did this happen to me?
Have you ever felt alone? Feeling weak, small and non existent? Just want to hide, just want to run and not go outside But things can change, life can get in the way, life can make sense as we move through the river at a slow pace. But X.X. why do I still feel lost?
X.X.Y. X.X. why did this happen to me?
Is this God’s funny way to punish me? As an adult, things have changed. Head space is real, pressure is gone, thoughts are better. X.X. why do I feel this way? Keep me sane, make it rain, what is going on in my brain? X.X. why did this happen to me?
X.X.Y. X.X. why did this happen to me?
X.X.Y. X.X. why did this happen to me?