:: Fate ::

" Why do you drink? "
" Why do you smoke? "
" Why all the drugs? "
" Why are you a fucking joke? "

Reminding me of what I am or do
Is like stabbing me with a knife.
I'm not bothering anyone!
Why don't you mind your own life?

I'm just done getting up so I can face another day.
I'm done finding nothing but pain along the way.

I keep searching for ... something
But what the fuck am I looking for?
I try to believe, I get hurt.
I just can't take this anymore...

I breathe... Do I "live"? I still can't feel alive
Until my last breath I won't live... I'll survive.