I believe change is what we fear the most , fear of regection or not a sing of affection.
fear that whatever is coming is worse than what you have, but what I have is killing me and not making me stronger but weaker
Am trapped in my thought
The door is far away
With my hopes far gone
Washed by the rain
with no way out except for that little door
That is Too small for reaching
And all The paths are locked
With bad thoughts leaking
I don't know if it's best or worse,
But I need to make it work
But how, how do I reach something if I'm already so deep in this miserable feeling. Maybe if I fake a smile with the purpose on making me believe it.
is it fair, is it worthy killing me to find something worse?or is the optimism messing with my
I don't know how long I can hold it up
with this changes making it light up in fire, and I'm out of any power.
