It's so late. Tomorrow is another day of sad joy. Sad joy is something you are greatful to have yet sad that you don't want it. I have sad joy. Sometimes I just sit and wonder the "What if" things. So fucking tiring that now I am thinking I am becoming numb to the world and its people. Watching people go to and fro with their lives. What I most hate is my friends. They love me and well it's tiring. I hate where I live. Among the rich and I am poor. I live in a place in Lower Manhattan and always am looked down on for being black and poor. Sometimes I sit in my room looking out at the sky and pray to my God to not let me fall. We are angels brought to this earth to make a choice. Right and wrong. People always tell me lately "God loves you" or "God is here in your presence I feel the love from him" sometimes I wonder if it's love or delusions these people feel. To follow blindly. To trust that nothing will come of harm to them because their God loves them so much. I am ungreatful. I dance with demons and flirt with death. I truely love it. What is it I feel here in my heart? I don't know anymore. But I think I will sit and look out my room window and think about it
no...
No..
I have yet to know...
No its not that its just..
Why do you do this to me?
Why? Why me?
Why are you here?
I understand but.....
You...
Your just hurting me
You make me cry with your sad face
Are you cold?
No?
How can you not be only wearing that
I dont want to come here
Will you...?
Yes
Yes I want that.
For you to leave
Because everythime I see you since 3 years ago you just simply wont leave me alone
Why do you haunt me?
Running?
What do I have to run from besides you?
You scare me so much.
Why wont you talk?
Why are you here?
You make me cry you know?
*sighs*
Go away miss
I am sorry if your lost...
Leave me be
Soon I wont be in new york for you to hunt me.
No I wont
You wont find me miss
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