Life was good at first but now not really. I have been kicked down to the ground still waiting to be found but each second a pound adds onto my shoulders becoming heavier than a boulder. My heart was engulfed in darkness which makes my heart markless and you will see no spark inside of me. Don’t expect any kind of expression because my hear is swallowed in depression and I don’t make any impression on earth I never did not even at birth. I am what fells like unwanted like I don’t belong I still need to find my place and show my face I have till death so its not a race ill do it at my own pace