Fragile

Fragile as a broken glass, as a new born baby and as a heart scarred with battle wounds.

I don't know how many shots can I take until I lose hope on everything. I'm trying to be positive with myself but in the end, the arrow will always hit the target. I need to be away from everyone, all the stress, all the drama and all this pressure that makes my head want to blow. I'm dying, not literally but my weak soul is. People look at me as if I'm just a parasite. What are the odds of my dreams to come true? All this pain I have to endure by myself, I don't know whether to end this misery soon or just keep moving on.

Support. Its all that I wanted, all that I crave for. What do I get instead? More heart aching comments and more stress by stupid people that only think of themselves. I have been trying to go with the flow of life but for once I want to hook on to something just so that I have a chance of living and not drowning. My heart is just too hurt to carry on. If only I could end this with a trigger of a bullet but I'm not a fool to do such thing.

Dreams, they are all shattering. Perhaps its better for me to just let go of everything and just be dreamless. What is the point of dreaming something that can't come true? When you've already worked your ass off to reach it? Am I really destined to be someone good ? Or am I really destined to be like the rocks at the bottom of the sea?

My mind is filled with fathomless thoughts that can't be put into words. I feel like ugh. I just can't wait to get out of this labyrinth of suffering, but hopefully I won't do the same thing that Alaska did.

Trying to make myself better but in the end,
the glue just won't stick. Everything starts to fall off again.

 Until my next blog post my fellow readers,
Thanks for reading.