Stories by the broken soul, Part 2
There are times when I can feel like I belong somewhere. That is not the case most of the time though. Every day that is set and ment for togetherness, I am alone, all alone. Is this a reward for being kind and understanding. For doing it all for the sake of others. The soul is stuck, and it can´t find its way out. Alone it drives around searching a glims of light ant warmth. Seeing people inside their useless houses with their useless company. It sickens, its bothers, it gives birth to anger and evil thoughts. For that, shall I live? waiting and waiting for things to change. waiting for people to see how messed up they are for not giving the good one a chance. My soul can´t take much more, the limit will be reached in time. It can not do it by itself anymore.
