Woorden: Another Breath. Diesel And Gunpowder.

Have you ever felt so alone that you wanted to just start again? And you were sure if you could disappear then no one here would come find you? Have you ever felt worthless because no matter how hard you tried you could never live up to the standards that were set by people who could never understand you? All they said were words designed to manipulate you. Have you ever been so afraid that you might not have the strength to hold on 'til you the morning to face another day with eyes trained to see the ugly because they've only been shown pain? I've spent so many nights hopeless, lifeless, walking lost, looking to pick fights with diesel trains. There has to be a better answer. There has to be a better way than this. I've spent so many nights staring down the barrel of the most selfish decision I ever could have made. There has to be a better answer. There has to be a better way than this. When things are at their worst try hard to remember: This struggle we must all endure is a test of strength; a lesson in appreciation. No one said this would be easy. What good's a fight you're guaranteed to win? Those bad days, those fucking evil days define the days we live for. I must remember that darkness is the canvas where light will paint a dawn. And when you die you don't come back. There's no second chance. When you die it's over. There's no second chance