Deep pain inside of me Questioning everything Are they here to hurt me? Nothing good comes out of trust. Only matter of time when I get hurt again. I've been dissapointed in people more than enough. No one sees it, but every night is a war for me... Memories are like daggers, stabbing me over and over. Hope? Only a fool would think it's real. It brings you up just to knock you down. You think it will bring you light but only carries another storm. You keep begging for mercy, But when you see smallest flash of light you run away from it like a plague. You feel like a ghost. Stand on broken glass screaming into emptiness. People say broken dishes brings you happiness. Then why do I feel desperate? Why do I try to fix something that is shattered into millions pieces? I dont think I will be able to fix it... I dont know what is right anymore. Why can't I accept it and leave it be even if its cutting me up?