I wake up and wonder, ' What face should i wear today?" The funny part to it is, it's the exact same face as every other day. Death. Everyday, i wonder, when am i going to get to escape from this hell? And everyday, i am left without an answer. Another continuous day of forever wondering.
I've spent, days, weeks, years... thinking, hoping even, that maybe... I would be okay. Maybe, i'd pull through. But none of this makes any sense. The guilt, and the betrayal. It is all just so overwhelming. How was i supposed to know that the actions of myself, would come back to bite me in the ass?
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ErebustheDead
00:32 Feb 02 2018
Death comes when the living fights and accepts their life on how they handle it. Death greets thoses who earn a well deserved life