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Each Breathe Is A Struggle
Wednesday, September 8, 2010

It's only one more step, the final hurdle. But I'm down on the floor, my heart's pounding and my world's spinning. God save me pls

My silent cries go unheard as I see everything going down. My face on the floor. I'm barely surviving this. I struggling to even think. My body is failing, and so is my mind. Everything is collapsing, the turmoil from within. I think I'm going to face death again tonight. My mind's already go into defense lockdown to prevent everything from total failure.

Everyone's busy, they got their own lives. Who's ever gonna step out of everything just to save another. And everyone thinks this is just some stress event. that I'll get over it in a day. No family, no friends, no one at all.

I don't think anyone understands. I've stop hoping anyway. Goodbye world.

EDIT: this is just a random emo moment, am better le ._.

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