I hope I’m alive.
To witness your demise.
Make you feel my sorrow.
Encompass all my pain.
That I’ve felt for years.
Dreading each dying day.
Hanging by a thread.
On the edge of my sanity.
When I wake up the real nightmare begins.
Will I make through my time
in living hell?
Do I possess the strength to
smash my fears into the ground?
I’ve tried to be strong.
I’ve tried to overcome but
I don’t think I possess the
strength to carry on.
I’m torn between, and there’s
no right choice.
I’ve gotta fight back.
I won’t be scarred for life.