Confess they say
I wouldn’t want it anyway
It hurts deeply that I can’t receive the love that I want
Is it hard to achieve ?
Or do I have to bleed for you to see
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be what you need
My love one day you will see that I was here for you to lead

I’m choking on my existence
Didn’t even want it in the first place
Now I’m struggling
Dealing with the consequences of being born
I just want to live
But surviving seems to be my way of life

This is my park,
It's in between the pages of a paper
Where I write in large to pour out my heart
The place my peace is found
This is my park, and it's my diary