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All the emptiness inside, Is killing me, And I slowly die. All the dreams I once had, I no longer have. The past had faded away, And the future doesn’t look too bright. The thought I once had, About how I feel. That it only takes time, I no longer think of. I`m too weak to wait I`m too tired to wait. Im not being a pessimist, Just a realist. I want to die, But still I live. Maybe because of the little happy-moments Who turnes up when I least expect them too. Or maybe its my friends, That is holding me back. Or it might just be my survival instinct stopping me.
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