i struggle to find my place
in a world filled with lies, pain and disgrace.

i cling on to the hope of salvation
in every devastation.

i carry the weight of the world upon my shoulders
because i need to.

but do i, really?

what if i can't bear the burden no more
and crumble, right there?

would they think i've...changed?

and how could i have changed
when all i ever was, was just me?

i'm beginning to function
like an emotionless being.

i just answered a message like clockwork.

and another one.

i thought my walls were peeling
but they were, in fact, reinforcing.

i wonder when i'll be able
to look in the mirror and not see a weakling; a failure.

not today, that's for sure.

why can't i experience love without falling?

why can't i let love in?