I've come to the point of my life where I don't know what else to do.
I bleed, I cried, I screamed.
With smiles on my face I face the world as if nothing happened to it. Deep inside, I'm broken, I'm torn apart, I'm scarred.
I'm made of glass, break me, I'm made of paper, tear me, I'm made of flesh and blood, scratch me.
Everything I've done, didn't worth anything I got. I worked my blood off, but nothing good came out as the result. I barely live my life, but I got nothing. What else should I do?
I was told to strive no matter what happened in your way. But have you ever feel like you've failed, your life has been sucked out of you, you've drained your tears, you have nothing to do anymore.
I just wanna give up. I just wanna sleep all these things out. And when I wake up, they're all gone.
Gone. Gone. Gone
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