This world terrifies me. Its grip is binding. The cries for help are drowned out by the sound of the TV set. As my spine breaks under this weight--which I offered to hold--they laugh as I suffocate.
Rummage through reasons. I still can't find one to exist. I tried believing that there's light amidst this darkness.
Genetics prove there's influence in how and where you choose to live. So, if I lose it's because I surround myself with negatives.
So long to seasons! There's no point if nothing changes. I tried believing. Is this when you accept defeat?
I guess I'll take my own advice. I should take my own advice: if hope is gone at first, I'll readjust the boundary lines. I tried to take my own advice but hope is gone for good. Bury me within boundary lines.