Its taking over now, it's an addiction.
Every line, every word, keeps repeating
over and over again in my head.
Its so real, so pure.
Its the breaking point, I see it.
Now this is where I give it all.
Hope has been restored for a few,
and life has finally begun.
At least that's the impression I've been given.
On my end it only seems the opposite.
I give only to not receive.
I don't ask for help, or cry.
No sign of defeat is ever shown.
I am strong enough to last,
....for a little bit longer.
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