I thought i was somebody, ends up i'm nobody
i thought i saw a sign, must have just been my mind
i thought i saw a light, but it just blinded me inside
i thought so many things,
and then i woke up from my dream.
As life moves on, my heart moves back, detaching from the world.
I don't know why exactly, only that it's happening, painfully fast with a seemingly perpetual bottom.
If i'll be able to open back up, i'm not sure.
Answers are blurry and uncertain at the moment.
Why do i do this to myself?
Hopelessly wish on fake dreams and tears.
I ask myself many times, yet i continue to do so,
burying myself deeper into my own grave.
But i keep digging, trying to shovel my way out.
I may have fallen, and broken in the process,
but i won't stop.
Not until i have had my share of life.
Not until i have finally done something right.
Not until i can say "I am worthy of living".
Only then will i surrender to life.
