There comes a time when a person simply can't stand anymore. When a souls so damaged and broken simply falls to the ground. Once you're down, it's tough to stand up again. And the rest of the world walks over you.
The weak.
The damaged.
The broken.

No person that I know have no worries at all.
No person that I know wake up every day smiling.
No person that I know thinks that anyone can understand.

And they're right.
They're so wrong.
And they're right.

Find the stars that makes it worth it is difficult and it'll always be hard to see stars when the clouds are all over the world that you know. A bitter darkness that won't let go, and a quiet whisper in the night that tells you you're about to die.

Life is a fight and it wont give up.
Life is a fight that you'll have to face.
Hiding is the same as death.

Lately, I've been wondering about what I'm suppose to do with my life. What I'm suppose to be and where I'm going. And who I'm going with. To be honest, I've been wondering about going alone as well.

The life of a loner is easier. But not less painfull.

Anyhow, I've been twisting my mind, looking for that passion I once had. Looking for my dreams that dissapeared. It's frusterating as damn, but I can't help it. I can't figure it out! And I've also felt rather shitty lately as well. Like I can't go on. Like it's not worth it. And when people tell me that it's my own fault, that it'll never change and that there is nothing wrong with me...
        Well, I've been hitting walls and breaking things.
But I need to pick up the fight. I wont back down just yet. I want to become something more. I want to be something more than just another face in the crowd. I'll stand out, and I'll be remembered.

Somehow I need to make this happen. quick.
Somehow I need to know that it isn't pointless.
Worthless.
To be what life has brought you.