No one will stop me and no one can. Pushing myself to the brink of misery and despair, Pushed so close to that temping ledge, To the point of freedom. Nothing to loose, Nothing to feel. Just content freedom. Me and my beautiful misery. Strange how those in misery tend to understand life more than those blinded by naivety, I understand life and strip it down to its true, melancholy bones. And yet im the blind one? How naive people can be. The only way to truly understand life is to live within the misery and unsweetness life causes, creates And im okay with that, Even if i have to chase a false freedom.