dollhouse

I should have known, I should have seen what would happen. I'm fucking smarter than this. I was just thinking, and worrying about myself and those around me. Gaping wounds, dying limbs and a rotten hearts that is all I seem to see. I'm drowning in my own mind, and I wonder how far the tunnel still is.

The day that my need for recognition is gone, that day I can call myself mature that is what a friend of mine told me. But I tell you, I'll never ever voluntarily mature. I want to go back to my childish mind, without worries and without all the difficult games of the human brain.

While laughing with myself because of my great self-pity, I thought fuck the world. I'm much bigger than all the bullshit that you sell. I'm building a dollhouse around my blonde head, I will barricade every window and close the door forever.