Emotionally, I’m wreck in a sense that, my insecurities, they eat me alive easily.
I watch myself in the mirror and hold back tears knowing damn well my sleeves spell out my vast fears.
My last hairs stand at 90 degrees. I feel I’m dying from the inside. Inspire me, please!
Show me there’s more to this road than just reaching the end and just leaving my breath to live without me.
If it wasn’t for the moves I made, could I doubt me? Would it really hurt them to go on the road without me?
Would it be better if I never made this about me? Perhaps, I’m the reason everything collapses so quick.
So sick of being the victim. Just kill me. Hope reincarnation will spare me the same feeling.
I want to destroy. I want you to watch. Heart as a target. Please God, help me to stop!