this warmth within me, does not come from love. it's some burning pain that irritates me bit by bit, by the second.
tired of living, i am.
each time i pick myself up from the ground, i quickly lose sight and motivation to stay positive. i find no meaning in it. always hoping for the better in my broken-down world is very exhausting.
i shed tears without me knowing, without control. even my body is tired of obeying the will within.
while the once beautiful sun shines to mock me, i will carry on as far as i can, on my own.
while no man was meant to be an island, there is nothing you can do if you happen to be the one in the million who is isolated.
islands cannot move; at least they're not meant to.
this place of love that you so speak and preach, does not belong to me.
for the love that i once knew, probably had only been an illusion, an euphoric sensation that i had allowed myself to be cheated into.
don't hold my hand, if don't plan to stand by and stay with me.
