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i'm still waiting for worse to come

just waiting for the light. keeping myself alive

It still lives inside of me.

Grasping me closer to the edge.

I let it control me because I learned to love it.

This creature is my beloved sorrow

that lives by the pain it causes me.

I wonder if I can make it out alive.

Sometime I wonder how I can sleep at night.

Can you see?

What I have become...

I'm still waiting for the worse to come.

I’m here just living day by day.

I’m always asking myself when everything started.




and the tears that keep falling.
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