I am lost in the darkness of my own mind. This world is far away from reality and yet is more homely. It doesn't bother me, but it should?

I have lost in the battle long ago, the scars are a gentle reminder of it, and yet the truth doesn't sting as I thought it might.

I have lost in many ways yet I still stand strong, to show myself and the world that the night is still young.

I have forgiven, those who did me wrong yet I cant seem to forget their words and action. A constant reminder of my insecurity.

I hope to see the light of my success, even though I want to drown myself in the darkness of my own death. 

I hope a lot, I dream a lot, I hope success, I hope happiness, I hope passion, I hope adoration and yet I also hope my own death. Strange as it may seem.


Book:
Bleeding Wounds