My legs feel weak that I can't walk.
My mouth is too afraid to even speak.
My head is spinning for thinking too much.
And my heart is slowly dying for every time it broke.

This lump in my throat won't go away for me to talk.
These tears in my eyes just wont release themselves for the sake of everyone's happiness.
These personal thoughts in my head still soaring around and never going out for help.
And this soul inside me is begging to be released out of its cage I call "my body."

The demon inside me is awaiting to be released.
This angel inside me has died for so long that it's ashes are gone.
This living child in me is already too old to enjoy the fun in life.
And this adult in me is begging to go back to the past to be young.

My eyes are too sore and red from crying all night.
My throat still aching and sore from choking on my tears.
My cheeks now pale and white with no soul.
And my heart too dizzy from falling for the wrong people.

And here I am.

Still standing as a survivor.