My body is tired, it hurts and aches. My body is crying, tears in the form of sweat I push my body to it's limit and think How much can it take before it breaks But my body has been broken already Multiple times over, fixing itself over and over again If my body had a voice, it would cry and plead for me to stop To give it the help it needed and to stop the torture. But its good. The torture... » Continue Reading
The difference between living and Surviving is like day and night. In the world, there are those that live their life to the very end without a twinkle of regret, and there are those that are forced to survive, regretting every day of their life ever since they became aware of themselves and the world. When you're living, you can feel the soft breeze across your skin, the warm sun caressing you... » Continue Reading