I feel small,
My breath uninhabited by life.
The memory's of my past,
Haunt me and decay my mind.
I will half tired, not awake,
Wander through life.
In a daze I will look for the light,
I am a moth drawn to the flame.
And I will burn up,
If I get too close to finding myself.
I cannot help but be my own destruction.
And with no remorse,
I could smile and leave this life behind.
Playing an old piano,
Running my hands over the worn keys,
I am the one note that is out of tune,
I will never be in harmony.
Let me rest among the worms,
The damp soil will feed me.
And If anyone should ever think of me,
It would be in a passing moment.
Depression is a struggle,
With life and death.
View User's Journal
Collection of works
『ツンデレ』
[img:ecf0a43481]http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/vortex565/d131e38a-9bd6-4bb9-9287-5a269f549d7a_zpsb4b2d404.png[/img:ecf0a43481]
Ask me for my LoL info.
2oo4'er
[ My face ]
[/size:ecf0a43481]