Insensitive.

i don't know how to be sensitive. that's not the way i was taught to live. maybe in the beginning there weren't so many walls in the very beginning i was pure. my destiny; nothing at all. now all i've gotten myself is alone. i haven't been shown how to interact; i can't decipher fiction from fact. they all throw me back, not wanting to touch i guess something on my outside was a little bit too much. i fall by myself, with no ones hand to clutch there are no rainbows here and no lucky pot of gold. behind the glass i watch the unrelenting grace of new to old. what i am is what i am. i can't stop the rumours and lies. you've all helped and assisted in my involuntary suicide. black death and there is nothing left. smothered and subdued; my broken heart comes unglued once again. torn away from our cut and paste reality; victims of our own mortality. empty cases elluded faces so many races. forget it all forget to fall forget my ever so desperate call. this is the way someone wanted it to be. it's not up to you and it's not up to me.