The Looking Glass Volume 39 | Page 35

I don't deserve it.

I should just hide forever.

Never set me free.

Tied down by the weight of my own body.

My heart aches and pumps blood

that I don’t know why I make anymore.

It doesn’t matter anyway,

I’ll just mess it up somehow.

I mess everything up,

I always do.

Stop.

Help me forgive myself.