There Are Also The People

Whenever I'm Out Late She Makes A Sandwich For My School Lunch. I Always Protest And Tell Her Not To, Saying I'll Make My Own When I Get Home. But She Likes It. She Says It Reminds Her Of When I Was Younger And Needed Her.

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

But They Were Wrong. There Was A Reason.

How In The World Was I Alone? Because I Wanted To Be. That's All I Can Say. It's All That Makes Sense To Me.

I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe Anymore. I Hate Not Knowing What's Real.