SQUIDIOLICIOUS

27.

let me talk me through this self-doubt.
i've walked alone. i've walked alone for some time now.
sometimes a hand, usually in pushes - as my only guide.
but i fall. and i get up. i fall time and time again.
the tears, the blood the sweat. i struggle.
often with a smile drawn now carved on my face.
sometimes i plead with the ruler of life.
i'll give this all back to you; they call almighty.
was i born weak? i learn not to blame him who made me.
i am my own god. i am my own fate. no one. there is no one else.

i dunno what to do.
my disappointments.
they get stronger.
and bigger and now i'm overwhelmed.
exasperated.

dun u worry now.
i noe better then to let this kinda feelings eat me whole.
i'll let them savage till the very last drop of crimson red.
and i will stand and fight to the very end.

i just wanna disappear.