18 mai 2008
Breathe no more
When things go too well, they are bound to darken. When you're too high, you have to fall sometime. How can I possibly fall so often? I thought we couldn't fall when we were not even standing up. But still I find a way to scratch my knees and to fall into pieces. Never again should I trust anyone, if you put your hopes in someone's hand they're bound to steal it away. How strong do I have to be if I want to stay alive? I don't stop trying to fix my mind by focusing on the little foundations that still stand... But I never have the time to finish up my work for every move I make ends up destroying my thoughts. The only thing no one can stand up against and fight is it's luck, and Lady Luck seems to love picking on me. I guess I can be glad to see that this makes it at least one person that likes something about me.
Instead of trying to make my life less miserable I guess I should work on the day I'll die. It should not be long, my heart has no reason to beat and I already breathe no more.
