Running through me with destruction
Feeling hopeless
With your encouraging words
I can hold my breath without dying
I used to feel so starless
Ready to burn them down
Telling myself I gotta get you out of my heart
Pushing me to the darker side
With the barrel smoking
I’m ready to fade
Facing my worst feeling
telling myself i gotta do it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem