Talk about insecurities. I've got my share of those you see. I'm too afraid to lose. Or let anyone close to me.

It's winter in my heart. Cold and barren from the start. I'd like to not keep my thoughts from thawing but it's black as night in there. There's nothing to warm me inside out.

Is it anybody's fault? I'd like to not keep myself inside but is it anybody's fault?

I've got no right to complain. I've cause this hurt again. There's no love left for me. I forgot what it even means to love.

I'm slowly killing myself by suffocating what I used to be. That pumped the joy through me . I don't want to turn out the light because I'll be forced to see how life would be like. If everything was right. That's when I'll finally see that dark finger pointing at me. That's whose fault it is it's mine.