I am here to tell you my story, and it's not like a movie.
My life is like walking through a maze of knives.
I am horrified of being alive, because it always felt like i am in a dive.
I had to deal with reality
that I don't live in a fantasy
and I will grow up experiencing calamity.
Time passed, and I got used to it
being alone,
being on my own.
My life is a failure prone.
Growing up made me feel things,
it can be exhausting at times
but one thing is certain: it gave me wings.
Here have I laid bare my life
full of heartaches, but marked with smiles
the joy in every little details,
My victories and defeats
The despair,
and my dark hours crippling in agony,
the hope of everything I wanted to be,
and the disappointments in everything I failed to be.
My desire and regrets.
It's only when I am awake that I think about dying.
I am lost in an ocean of people
but I don't want to be noticed by all.
Anger always lay by me all night long,
it tells me of my burning wrong.
It caused me so much pain,
because there is no one to blame.
I am chained in my thoughts,
having no progress,
left in the same spot.
Living is a battle against me.
Choirs stays in my mind,
they keep laying in my side.
The world is too wide,
but there is no place for me to hide.
It's sad to say that I often think about ending my life,
but the only thing I really want is to live my life.
This is the story of my life
and tell me if my soul is black or white.
