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.