One day, I decided to make things better.
I took all of my energy and fought for all I got.
I won that battle, I made everyone, including myself, happy.
By winning that battle, I lost an obsessing war.
Now, half year later, I’m back to where I began.
I’ve had my wakeup call, I have the will to fight for it.
But I think some things aren’t to fight for.
Some things are just the way there are.
I feel like fighting this war, is like losing my life.
All my do’s and don’ts depends on this.
All my dreams and hopes depends on this.
I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe.
From the silence and the cold, this is taking.
My chest feels like exploding .
My heart feels like it’s breaking.
I can’t do this anymore..