pleasePlease help meI feel so lost.I feel so distortedThin and strainedPlease listen to meI can't stop itI can't feel itIt drains my soul of lifePlease stop meI can feel it in meI can see the shardsKeep them away from mePlease lift me upI want to liveI want it to stopStop this self torturePlease release me.
A Dirty Little SecretWhy do I feel so... dirty? I did a good thing, I really did! I did it for the cause. I did it for... Survival... but still I can't get the dirt off me. I can't stop feeling soiled, unclean… I never felt like this before. Why does it hurt so inside me from this? It shouldn't, I meant it for good…so why does it hurt this bad? Why…?Nightingale sat with her knees pulled up under her chin, hugging her legs. Her optics travelled to the mech beside her, and saw that he was out cold, recharging. Just as well because he was a strain to take care of. He wanted so much of what she could give and do, that it almost drained her senseless doing it. She just could not get to the point of powering down at all. It seemed like her systems were running on overload somehow. When she was with Beacon, The same thing happened as well, as if she had a secondary protocol that just did not kick in. She just sat there, feeling so empty, lost and so… dirty. She closed her optics and tried to not see the s