Sometimes I don't know what is the best way to **** yourself Am I too young to even plan this? Or life isn't just for me
It seems like everyday I am dying slowly. I feel that I am suffocated in a closed room by people who are chaos to my thoughts and poison to my heart
I can't put all of my emotions in a tightly-closed jar because I fear that they will still come after meβ Seeping through my soul and in turn, will held me captive
A butterfly that has eluded to me; that's what you are I tried so hard but I can't
Maybe if I die today; nothing will change The stars will continue to appear The sun will still give light at the surface of the Earth; able to provide sunshine to the people I left behind
The moon, the illuminator of darkness, despite its craters will always give hope in the absence of light
Is it me or my mind has completely gone wrong or my perception has just failed to look at the illusion this world has cursed upon