it's so hard to see the thoughts I wish were true.
and I blame myself,
why do i persist?
I plague my mind with these insecure thoughts.
a whispers in the back of my head
telling me it's all wrong.
self loathing strangles me.

I'm holding on until there's nothing left to save.
The marks I left upon this world, will wash away in time.
And so it ends.
what will i leave behind once i'm gone?

I betray myself
i'm lying, creating false hopes.
-jag har mål, omöjliga att uppnå.