It seems like everything is about to fall apart so quickly, that I wouldn't be able to catch the pieces.
It's like this ominous aura threatening to loom over and take over...
Maybe it's why I'm scared to be alone...
I try not to think, I try to believe...
But that's always hardest when you can't see any light, can't see any hope...
The nights....sometimes, they're just unbearable...
So I live, not sleeping, but live while dreaming, stumbling through the pages and days..
I need a cure.
A remedy for this horrible sickness inside.
The mind is destructive.
Thoughts are consuming.
Fear is overpowering.
These are the pieces of me.
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