Everything is the same as before I'm staring at the wooden door
This was just a little poem of what I would hope to be the fight against the demons in my mind. Inspired by @kirishima and @ecofriendlyfish. Thank you guys :) After years hope remerges. It's changing. Hopefully changing. I couldn't handle being here anymore... so a bird was created to carry my pain away from me, to do and see what I cannot. "Unable or unwilling?" When I saw those words, I thought of him. Again.
I love you so much that I can't breathe properly sometimes. I get all dizzy and out of breath and I can't talk and I'm sitting there choking on the emotions rising in my throat. The pressure, threaten... What are you in this life? How do you dare to live it? The amount of references to things and people I do in this text is just out of this world.