I hate it when I'm blinded by the dark.I've never felt so helpless and frail before.
Its like I'm groping onto the torch which doesn't seem to work.
Its like holding on to my last bit of hope
before succumbing to the dark.
Surely that last faith I have in me would be
sufficient to save me from your jaws.
But no,
it seems to me that everything I do
is just not enough to please everyone.
You give me hints here and there,
the whole point of it is to make me wake up to reality.
I don't want to break my little dream of peace,
where its the only place I escape to,
to run away from problems.
Confusing me with your words and feelings,
I don't know what else to say.
You swore to tell the truth,
but is it a white lie?
I cannot differentiate between the truth and lie anymore.
And I shall refrain from doing so.
I do not wish to see the old me crumbling down into dust again.
The higher I place my hope in you,
the harder it will be for me to walk away,
and the pain will be more excruciating when all things fail.
I simply don't want to end up hating you.
