I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
yes, living,
it scares me.
Of losing someone,
of everything,
of living
in nothingness,
and in pain.
It scares me
to know,
that life isn't fair,
of people's judgment,
where is freedom?
You live in the world
of broken dreams,
of broken vows,
and of broken wings.
I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
of losing someone
you love.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
yes, living,
it scares me.
Of losing someone,
of everything,
of living
in nothingness,
and in pain.
It scares me
to know,
that life isn't fair,
of people's judgment,
where is freedom?
You live in the world
of broken dreams,
of broken vows,
and of broken wings.
I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
of losing someone
you love.
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