death

death i crave so much for u the word tired is a comfort zone , in my heart. im failing myself day by day when i look myself in the mirrow i see a soul seeking a door to get out life i looked up to u , i saw future in u but now .. i see a low low , ment of drought & death . the lord lended me 16 to die it was a dream i believed it will be true in every month theres hope of my dream but every month am alive seeing the old me , i hate thee me because its weak ; struggling ; sinking in pain even motivations failed , sherishing my moments , i thought , better but worse . bottom line is ' death i crave u' ~ctr.