i don’t think i was ever meant to be okay i was meant to crawl and drag myself around this life to beg for help and get none to starve and be stepped on i was not meant to feel at peace i was born to struggle and hope for death not to rise and see the ...

There is a match, A lighter, Burning in me. The light flickers and fades, But never goes out. Every new encounter It grows, Burning me inside out Every time I get close to someone It fades, But never leaves. I’ve grown weary of this flame, Indecisive, ...