IRC-Galleria

I can see me dying. Every time I look at the mirror I feel like something is dying inside me, burning away in shame. It won't never come back, even how hard I would try. Piece after piece falling away until there is nothing left. But atleast I would be gone then, forgotten to the winds of time. Nobody wouldn't remember, nobody wouldn't miss. You would just continue your life without me and you wouldn't even notice it.

" Things aren't the way they were before
You wouln't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end

You kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What I ment to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard "

I wish this all could be just a nightmare and when I wake up all would be alright again. but it won't.