The smell of a candle
the fear of someone gone
the feeling of betrayal
the cry "help me"
The moment you fall straight into the dark hole called Reality
I can't do it
I'm too weak
no one appreciates you
no one loves you
Should I just take my own life without thinking what I'm leaving behind?
how long can I stay happy?
how long can I smile?
how long can I laugh?
when will I die?
confused
angry
nervous
I've reached Reality
it's dark
am I.... dead?
I'll build a ladder so I can escape
but how if I'm blind?
I'll ask help
really? you've been played remember
I'll sit and wait
as if you have the time
I'll close my eyes and think about all those days when there was still a thing called "pure happiness"
looking behind and seeing what you left, realizing you can do it
I can't
I'm just someone who's not important
someone who anyone can abandon
I'm tired
I.... give up.
