Life will not get better.
My only escape is music.
When I'm forced out of it, what will I do?

I want, no NEED to help Thomas, to prove to everyone, and myself that I am not a complete failure.

But if I know myself, I still will think that I'm a failure.

Life will not get better as everyone promised.
It's gotten worse and worse. There is no hope, nothing to look forward to.

I'm a waste of space. Oxygen, food and water are wasted on me. I'm a nothing that deserves to die.

But I can't end it because I'm a coward.
And that's all I will ever be.

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Short
You decide who it is
~Echo