I feel empty



I feel shattered



I feel lost



When the flame of hope is dying, the sense of hopelessness comes creeping in.

Feeling as if there's nothing you can do to make things right

Feeling scared that every move you make is the wrong one

Feeling paranoid, thinking that every move you make, you're being assessed greatly

Feeling too cautious for you know you're threading on a fine line, of which the wrong move would cause the whole situation to fall


I have been the harbinger of truth to my friends

The one who tells the truth as it is

The one who shatters the false image of life a person put up for he is scared to face the truth as it is

Its time that I myself stop lying to myself and face the truth as it is

But the problem is

WHAT IS THE TRUTH?



When hope runs low,


This is how it feels to not believe...


but I refused to be broken



Letting out the noise inside of me
Every window pane is shattering
Cutting up the words before I speak
This is how it feels to not believe..