The characterization of a person shouldn't be like this, there's no words I can describe myself, but whatever.
Warning: You'll never be like me.
I normally compare myself to a bird. A bird, who likes to fly and observe his Nature, who likes to see from the heights his World, and be free. As the bird runs the skies, he feels like is in his «home». The picture of a empty Nature space, is a picture that not leaves my head, and is also my dream World.
But I also have my negative side. I always had my own World, my own space, my own little and very dark side. This represents a very large part of me. It runs in my veins, and in my soul. When I look at a mirror, I see a black aura around me. Lives along my body every step I take. My head. My head is a mess. I'm stuck in a box full of voices, telling me to hurt myself, to end my life the quicker I can. That voice is so real, so possessing that I cannot shut it up. This World is my home. I would like to see, to breath, to touch some colours in this World, but.. But all I can see, all I can inhale and exhale, all I can touch, is behind this fucking black soul. There's a sentence I read over and over again. «Life is meaningless». When you feel like this, you surely understand why I said it. In my home there's no daylight, and I'll be waiting for the sunshine.. Maybe for ever.