RelapseIt seems like my old friend Death is knocking on my door again.
I'm tired of running away from him.
I don't want to run anymore.
I want to end this once and for all.
But then what?
Where will I go?
I want my funeral to be a happy one.
You can all mock me with your laughter.
I doubt people with attend my wake.
They don't care.
I hate the water.
I can't help but drown.
I hate getting close to people.
They all leave me in the end and talk about me behind my back.
You love me when you need me to do you a favor.
Or else, I'm more than the wind.
I want to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I ignored you because I was hurt.
I'm sorry you wasted your time on me.
I was never worth it - I'm still not worth it.
I will never amount to anything.
I have one scar too many.
You tell me I don't know how it feels to be on the battlefield.
I don't but I've got my own war inside me.
I'm not winning. I don't have enough ammo.
My ammo are the moments when I felt truly happy and alive.
Let my deat