My Hardcore exterior clashes with my soft interior. Making my kindness my weakness. But that’s only because no one appreciates or understands me at all. The way I think, talk, act anything. Noone understands it. Noone cares to understand it. But it’s only my fault for the tools I use to protect myself, my mouth, hands.. etc. Its to the point where I don’t even want to live anymore now I begin to relate with my father on a spiritual level. I understand why suicide was so significant to him. He tried, I look at his photos and see pain, his pain.  And its happening to me. Now I feel trapped like it’s too late to turn back. I’m sleepy