When did God give up on me? Was it as early as I think? I've carried the weight of feeling unwanted my whole life, the only thing keeping me going was the small love I carried for myself. I am so imperfect, all I want is to fill my heart and be free.

I am trapped.

I want out.

But to what extreme?

I'm tired of complaints from those who don't know what pain is. Who will never understand what a human is capable of going through with out collapsing inside.

I'll just hide in my head for now.