Am so tired. Tired of the irony of my life.
So fed up of the false hopes that I let myself live on.
The want for something that will not be.
Am incapacitated by the cobwebs of my past.
Unable to accept the fate.
Incapable of moving on. Afraid of the future.
So alone. All alone in the midst of a sea of people.
So weak. So tired of fighting the illusions that never end.
Can feel my heart breaking into pieces.
The blood flowing up in my veins.
And as tears they come out.
Just why do these things happen in life.
Why the curse of love?
