It's hard, it's real hard.

I can't stand it.
Everything is making me more fragile, even the air around my head is to heavy.
I am afraid to talk or open my eyes. Everything, everything, everything is gone I think.
I want to lose my senses.

They all know I think.
I think.
How damn empty I am.

I want you New York City.

I can take this beautiful mask off to tell the whole truth now.
Oh God, please don't hate me.

I want to fly but I busted my wings.

I want to dream but I lost my mind.

I'm gonna never say hello to old you.

Kay? peace.

I love that picture(X ^^^^