I don’t know if it’s killing me or I’m losing my mind.
Every single day of my fucking life is always a struggle.
And what makes it worse is that no one, I mean no one not even my family and friends knew that.
You battle with your own demons in the depths of silence,
and every day we die a little inside.
People who gave their love to other people is left with only emptiness because we give and give
and give until we are left with nothing
People who seek the truth are being choked with lies that the world gives.
Now tell me is this life worth living?