The thought of life scares me.
The feeling of it terrorizes my mind.
But when push comes to shove I still seem to keep strong.
As of lately the impact of the past and the present have been hitting me harder and harder, the sound of my heart being smashed over and over until it's a pulp.
I don't want to dwell in the past.
I don't want to feel the feelings I do now.
Maybe I won't have to.
Maybe, just maybe, i could wish for there to be a second chance.
I want to sleep.
But the fact is: madness doesn't rest.
It Fester's.
I would give up all I have and more for that chance. And this my dear friend are facts.
My strength weakens..
I don't want to be strong anymore..