I won't become your hero just to fight the life I save.


Why is it
that I can't just have
fucking conversation
with someone and feel
fulfilled, happy, or even
just a little refreshed
by it, but must
instead feel dragged down
and abused because I
can't live with myself?

a/n: Title/summary (c) Slipknot, 2008. Child of Burning Time.
And yes,
I do want to.