Drifting through the endless winds
Life seems nothing but empty words
I had hope to find something to keep me grounded to this reality
But it seems all that I found were more reasons to leave
Become immeresed in my own fantasy.
Does happiness not exist?
Do they only exist in stories?
In those romance movies?
How do you know when to let go or not to?
How can I be myself if I know people would not like who I am
I don’t know what to do anymore
Or who to be
I want to leave this place
To get rid of the pressures and of the stares
To become peaceful and happy.