I stumble around looking for my immunity.
Something sharp to get rid of the pain that is hurting me.
No freedom I find, just the scars left when reality takes its place.
Still alone I feel as though I am loosing my grace.
My happiness is slowly fading it will soon be erased.
I will be left in a new world I have never faced.
Wondering if I end my life will I get out.
And enter another life without any doubt.
But it is not as easy as I planned it to be.
There are people I will miss, things I will never see.
So here I will stay, not knowing what to do .
When inside I am dieing and it is all because of you.
