I am not my past. I am the person created by my past.

I live to forget.

Fake a smile and Ignore the rain.
See the sun, it'll be okay.

What's the point of being me??
I ask myself too frequently!!

Wings of Crushed Velvet,
I can feel the wind...
but I cannot fly

I try to stay happy but this sickness won't allow it.

Be careful...
death is the only injury you can never recover from.

I'm sorry I'm late. I "accidentally" wandered off of the path to happiness

Overthinking, killed my happiness.
Insecurities, killed my self esteem.
Lies, killed my trust.

I'll treat these scars as souvenirs...

Each one as a reminder of every dark road ever riden.