Does it feels good knowing I suffer every seconds?
Are you satisfied now that Every seconds awake I cant push away the guilt?
Does it makes you stronger to see me begging for your sympathy?
Does it takes a lot of your courage to smile at my pain?
I became a begger after I push you away.
I became a living misery knowing that I have to live with my mistakes.
People make mistakes and sometimes make the wrong choices.
I wronged you before and I regret it with my whole heart.
It's inevitable. The pain is written to be felt. It demand to be felt.
But Here I am standing, refusing to sink in the dark hole.
Something used to make me stronger but that something is the one pushing me off the cliff nowadays.
I wonder, what does it takes for me to lose control of my sanity?
How much more tears can I invest to finally being able to let it all go ?
How many days are there for all of you to witness my lifeless soul before I go away?
How can I know I will survive this pain?
Who is the one telling me to be strong when all I want to do is giving up?
Will I survive?
Can I survive?
I don't know. I honestly don't know.