Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...

There was this constant urge in me to tear my insides apart,
I didn't know why. By the time I made my mind that it was impossible for me
to do, there alighted the fear, haunting me with the words that rang
constantly in my head, "You're not brave enough".



I didn't feel devastated, I felt the urge to be devastated.

What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be?

Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...

Yes you have returned
And things are as they were
But this you cannot hide,
A part of you has died.

A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke,
Another one bought from the store.
If he lights one, his mind's lit up
Another one burns a hole..

What broke your heart so bad
That you had to close every door,
That you say you have a dark soul
And can't utter the word 'love' anymore?