This walk of life,
Once took me down
I got up,
And looked around
Is this it,
Is this how I plan to live
Walking down a broken road
I feel hurt and broken
I act like I'm okay,
But it haunts me within
It's like I can't breath
I remember bits and pieces,
But those still haunt me
Why is the walk of life,
Always such a cruel fight?
If I die,
Will I be granted eternal peace,
Or an eternal nightmare?
I know it sucks but I needed to write that. It might help me move on more and breath easier after something that just happened. Please no hate!
