I am tired again. I want to run away, again.
Those hurdles brought me down and slammed me to the ground again.
I thought it would be fine, to step out of my boundaries and face it. It was only for an hour.
But, that slap reminded me, I am not fine.
It hurts, it's making me restless.
Just how many times am I going to do this? Will it ever stop?
Signs of breakdown can be.... seen on my face.
But the finish line is still invisible.
And so I am ready to fight, with my soul and brain.
Will it be enough to survive? I wonder. Deep inside, I can feel I need more power.
This vicious cycle has to be defeated.
Still, I hesitate. Hesitate... to be brave.
I don't know things, I don't know how to heal;
I'm just keep going, without knowing my destiny.