I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore. And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore. When do you think it’ll all become clear? Cause I’m being taken over by the fear. The Fear, by Lily Allen
Death us such an easy answer to solve all your problems when sorrow fills your soul.It's dark hands gripping you tighter and tighter until it has consumed all of the light in you,and you've given up the fight. Allowing yourself to finally rest in its black hold. To feel nothing but the silence.You've suffocated...yet you know nothing except the fact that theirs just no more pain.
Yet the question is..do you allow yourself to fall into it's depths letting the temptation win for the painless moments..or do you keep fighting it day to day in hopes you can some how start to try and regain the light back?
