Even just 2 years ago,
All I ever did was try to find comfort in solace.
Trying to hide and run from the truth cause i was to weak to bear it.
I did not grow stronger.
I am still addicted to the comfort of the lies i tell myself.
But my eyes grow ever more tired.
My heart pulses with agony deeper and deeper.
And my limbs are feeling more and more lethargic.
At this rate, I have no choice but to be haunted and crushed by the weight of my truth.