Sometimes saying out loud i'm leaving makes your heart
believes it have the courage to go face to face into it's
happening.  

Sometimes I miss me, I try so hard to rediscover who I am
and why I no longer smile. 

Misery is a cold, depressing and very dark place to be and
god knows i'm so tired of being there...

I forgot what happiness feels like, how freedom smells, how
affection is more then just a fuck. 

I don't have the strength to walk away or even speak up for
myself so I'll write about it and if that gets to hard to
bare I'll wear a beautiful mask to fool myself an the world.


At the end of the day I'll secretly cry myself to sleep and
pray that tomorrow brings happiness.