Worlds

I feel like I have exausted the space  between me and my friends. 

Maybe thats why noone want to hang with me, no more try to hang really hoping I would be busy so we don’t actually have to be alone.

Why do I feel like I am constricted in a world that isn’t my own, yerning for anouther life to just get by.

I know that would only be heaven for a small amount of time.

I keep running to see light, but I am possed by these emotions that force me to stop and appreciate the surrondings, but that allows me to see the blades that are coming towards me breaking my flesh into wounds and scars that stay on my skin. Reminding me of the pain I felt. This world is not mine. No world is.