You ever get the feeling that there’s something wrong with you? That aught of you there be which no one else could ever want – and dare you not let aught be seen, lest sorrow be condign?
You ever get the feeling that you can’t escape your sins? That things you’ve done have caused such hurt that nothing else could be – and all you hope to do, you find, stay gone lest you cause worse?
You ever get the feeling that the world must love you not? – and surely with good reason – for why should the world love you?
You ever get that feeling – and then find out you were wrong?
He called me his hidden gem~