I surrender
How sad, a mere mortal can promise forever?
In any context, forever doesn't exist,
Forever falls apart sooner or later,
Or when they say it gets better soon,
How long is soon? Good far is it?
How can a pathetic human foretell the future?
How do you know I'll be better? Or even if I will be or not?
How do you know what's in my brain? You know the words I tell you.
The pieces I pick out and display to show I'm not perfect, but hide the ones to scare you off,
How can you say I know you when I don't know myself?
I don't wanna grow up, I don't plan to.
Not in a nostalgic way, but in a way I won't exist.
I won't exist for that future, no matter if it's better or not,
I don't want to live in this world,
And if I end up sending myself to hell, I hope that fire gives me warmth.
I hope it's comforting like how my mother's arms are supposed to be, or I hope I burn until I don't feel.
You say I don't care about you if I wanna leave, I'm selfish I agree, I'm a hypocrite, but you'd want to see your friends fine too? Even if you're not.
Fixing others when you can't hold your own pieces together.
How can I get better, when I've seen people still the same,
How much effort can I make when my hands get cracks and I can't lift?
How much can I bear, when a ship sinks if too full?
How do I hold the pieces when I have two hands and the shards are too many, cutting into me as I gather.
i simply cannot bear this
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