halvmåne

cause to you I am everyone and anything, but still - nothing. the face of someone once known, to lost to ever recognize, to weak to even sympathize with. all I do is torture myself. killing it, tearing it apart - this once ever so proud heart. maybe if I really focus, if I really push myself, then maybe I'll see an end to this, but everything's just so panic and monday-mornings filled with a fucking wish for better days - yes, a wish for yesterday and descisions going a different way. so take me out. show me the way to build it up just so I can break it down again. take me out.

fag