Tic Toc, sounds the clock. When will it chime for you? Your time is numbered as is your breaths.

"when I've lost it, I lose it..."

loosing the people I love, things I strived for, ect..

I'lll always be the one looking in

The hardest thing on the world is the view I have of myself

The hardest thing on the world is the view I have of myself

Sometimes the people you'd take a bullet for are the ones behind the trigger.

I wish I could believe in heaven. What a gift it would be to believe I will see you again someday. And what a punishment it is feeling in my heart that I won't.

I think I'm being emotionally abused.
Or am I the abuser too?

How does one go about their life when they are unsure themselves?

My dear silence i can't hear you