Asperger I am no one here.No one.Every disgrace I live is like everyday's bread. I stand over humiliation, like Atlas holds the Earth we know. There's nothing that can understand me.For once, I felt the weight of sadness over me. Visions of sacrifice, and friendship. Now, everything is a conspiracy. Those I love constantly plan on my fall. Care crows and they will rip your eyes.I did my best. I couldn't. I never did. I, in vain, try to make the world better, and myself. I don't know what to choose: care of myself or others. I still made no choice, confusion invades my mind when thinking of those two options, me or those.I wish angels coming