10 May 2012

~ Sorry if this is a bit morbid! ~

I used to think I was a survivor, But now I think I was wrong, Now I think I'm trying for nothing When before I thought I was strong.

I used think that I'd be okay No matter what I was in for, But now I'm struggling through the day, Almost at deaths door.

Will death kindly let me in? Or send me back to suffer? I don't appreciate throwing me back in To a life that is so much tougher.

I am brittle as the weeks go by, Weakening with the stress, Please just let me peacefully die, Wouldn't that be best?

BethibellaA Fate Of Weakening • Opuss № I