you either know it,
or you don't.
you either live,
or you die.
you either eat,
or you starve.
there's nothing in between these aspects of life.
so how do you describe the feeling of being too afraid of living,
but also too afraid of dying?
it comes to a point where you're just
afraid.
there is no in between life and death.
or is there?
because you can feel neither alive nor dead.
and then you're just
there.
a/n: hi this is just some poetic shit for what's going on in the story. if you didn't understand i'll explain in the next chapter, so don't worry
YOU ARE READING
grey ; minizerk
Fanfictionyellow and white rests between his lips and he fills his lungs with grey. tw; there is a lot. don't read if you're sensitive about suicide or depressive thoughts.
