nails deep into my palms.

i questioned god.
why am i getting all these shits.

the feeling came back.
darkness.
death.
just like a few years back.

why have i done wrong?
you've been taking and taking thingsss away from me.
yet, you never return a single thing back to me.
kept me suffering.

you really know what to choose.
important stuffs.
fugyou.

how long more do i have to pull myself through.

why have i done wrong...
tearing.

2:24 AM

michele`