Oh god,
I’m done.
I can’t be a fighter nor can I be survivor anymore.
I’m tired.
I can no longer fight my own battles.
I’m surrounded by darkness.
I’m a prisoner of my own demons.
Oh god.
I’m done.

Oh sweet angels,
I believe in you.

Sweet angels,
Make my dreams come true.

Sweet angels,
Is he the one ?
Or,
Shall I just run?

Sweet angels,
I’ve heard the voices in my head saying his name,
Sometimes it’s deafening,can you tell that I’m the one to blame?

Sweet angels,
I don’t want love,I crave the understanding and the stare;
I mean him and I ,
Don’t we make that perfect pair ?

I feel like this is the end.
I’m standing in the middle of the street while it’s raining. I’m cold,probably freezing.
But,all I can feel is the pain in my heart.
The voices in my head telling me to give up.
I feel like this is the end.
I’m down on my knees,I’m screaming.
I can’t survive.
I won’t survive.
I just wanna give up.
Is it worth it?
Am I worth it?
I feel like this is the end.
I can’t keep on having this facade of normalcy and strength.
I’m under a lot of stress.
It’s not worth the fight.
I’m not worth it.
Maybe this is the end.
Maybe this is how it ends,me giving up.
Me not survive.
Falling apart under this pouring rain,with tears streaming down my face and my palm on my chest,I can feel the pain.