Bella during new moon
I keep coming back. Does that make me weak, or strong? The hurt and tears, I chase after. Does that make me a masochist or a savoir for protecting other people from the pain? I want to run.
Does that make me human or uncaring?...
I end up staying.
I want to scream and let it all out, but I end up dying inside.
I want to be left alone.
He follows me though.
No matter where I go he is there.
No matter where I look, he is what I see.
Does he hate me?
He never stood by me.
He never cared.
Yet he is my own shadow.
And…I like it…
Does that make me insane?
Does that make me inhuman?
Can I splay my emotions…?
Would that be better or worse?
Should I burden the world…?
With things I feel…
I see…
I need
Should I keep to myself?
Do I keep myself trapped or do I set myself free?
Can I believe in the world?
Can I believe in you?
Can you tell me what's wrong?
Do I have to say a word…?
Or can you tell what's wrong?
I don't know anymore.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know what to say…
How to act…
Or to love…
Am I defected or is that being human?