o.h. diary

Sometimes I wonder if I'm still alive...
My heart was broken, my energy was stolen.
My live was damaged for a few words from girl I love.

I am writer - somebody called me like this.
I can live within my stories. I can't live within ironic reality.

My friends call me a beast. A monster.
I wonder to be.

Monster doesn't have hearts...
Monster doesn't feel.

How deep I fell?