I've been misled by the ugly reasonings inside me.
I'll sit and ponder on every last thought that betrays the reassurance of happiness, and sends every last piece away.




Because like a coward, I will flee.


But against the honest truth,
I'm betrayed, and led to believe that this mishapen creature will never reach beauty.

I am built like a lion,
but I cower like a fawn.

I desperately need the courage to pick myself and dust off the shady
hazy
lifeless persona I'm developing into.

Instead of progressing,
I'm recessing,
and into a heartless slump I'm left to the hunger of sadness.

My existence is becoming less important,
and rather than ignoring these hunger pains.
I feed it.

But don't mistake me when I say
I do not want to exist.

Because,
I do not wish to exist.

and,
don't be afraid little one because,
this isn't where I end.


But I am nothing and no one until I can be fixed.

I'm not happy.
And it may not change for a long time,
because I don't know how to fix it.
I don't know what to do.

I'm stuck.
I'm stuck.
I'm stuck.

But I'm awake.
I'm fighting.

And maybe,
I'll find my happiness.