Gradually I realize that the older I get the harder I fall from my mistakes
And sometimes I get so weak when I'm alone and scared.
And I let my mind wonder, what if I die? From all the pain and terrible misery life has to offer.
"What if?"
Am I imagining you?
Am I pretending you're there?
Who are you?
Do you come as you please? Or are you something that needs to be destroyed because what you have done?
My emotions are too hard to handle.
Time and time again...
You don't need to be destroyed.
You're not as terrible as I assumed, neither are you perfect.
"What if?"
It's only me.
Just standing alone in my own darkness.
Standing alone and scared.
Against myself.
