Here I am again at 1 am thinking of death or how easy it would e to die in an instant..
When did it become so easy for me to lie and hide these feelings from everyone? Create a mask. To hide my true self.
As the days go by I feel worse and worse and worse and worse... Hating life and myself more and more... If only
I could escape...
No more worries
No more pain
No more disappointing everyone...
But I can't.. it's only a dream...
When did Escaping Life become my dream?...
