When I was little, I always wondered how and when I would die and god was I afraid of it, but isn't it crazy how you somebody can change. Actually I don't want to die but it is to late. Right now in this moment I'm dying, weird right? And you know what I'm not afraid to be honest I can't wait till it is over, so I can finally be free, free of the voices in my head and free of the standards everybody gives me, but sadly I am not dying the way I always wanted to. My dream death was that I would die a hero, maybe save a live or more but the truth is I'm dying because I can't fight anymore, I am dying because I lost control, I am dying because I am not me anymore. I am not a hero and I never was.
