All things compliling over my head,
If I lose myself to protect you, how will I exsist in the moments without you?
All of me is poisoned when not focused on you.
I'm almost there again refusing to exsist outside of you for fear of the pain.
Confusion bubbling in my chest its slowly choking me...when will I surface again?
Is there such a wish to fade into the background, to be invisable, unless a purpose can be served?
It is even worth asking?
Do I even deserve to ask?
Totured souls much far worse then mine exsist with there heads held high...
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
If not for you my dear love I'd escape the kaos I deserve...