Author's note: so um...this is going to suck majorly because talking about me is hard.673Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA9Wkt75SbV
Who am I? I'm the mind of a boy trapped in the body of a man, in a strange world with an abundance of sensory triggers. I'm the victim of a troubled childhood, a lifetime of hell summed up in seventeen years. I am the face of autism, of PTSD. I'm the victim of a troubled mind, a lost soul in a hurting world.
I'm a writer, because the words help me escape from the past. I'm a runner, seeking to escape my past. I'm the voice of silence, whose fingers move quickly, signing the words my muteness wont allow to be spoken.
I'm the brother of a man whose made it through life with one wing in the fire. I'm the brother to an angel who never saw her first birthday. I'm the one in a complicated relationship, the one no one understands, because it isn't within social norms and they see me incapable of understanding love.
I'm the broken one, with scars upon my wrist, blood stained paper in front of me as I strive to write away the pain, the memory, until nothing is left and once more my emotions are shut are. I'm a survivor begging for a friend, a scared child curled up in the corner of a closet in the bedroom of a house that burnt down yet still stands in my mind.
I'm not like you, because for me this world is strange and foreign filled with sensory triggering events I dont understand and despair in every corner. I am someone who is fighting everyday, yet wants to give in. I'm a Christian struggling to understand my faith. I'm the one you cant understand, no matter how hard you try. I'm the mystery you will never be able to solve, and that's how it is
ns 15.158.61.12da2
