The clock is ticking and..

I'm losing myself. I'm losing my grip. One by one my fingers slide off my grip at life.

So go ahead, life. Go ahead, world. Would you like to step on my fingers? It seems as if though you take my hand and pull me up higher only to let me fall down harder.

Who's shoulder are you even supposed to lean on when you pray and pray and in the end, you're screwed over? Why even give the freedom to live life when fate chooses for you anyway? But guess what, fate isnt going to choose for me. My fate was to give up. Roll over and die. Guess what? I wont.

I wish life would have been more forgiving but then again there is a saying that goes 'Lifes a bitch' How exactly do you measure how much tests and torture you need to take before life turns good? I dont know. It seems as if though those who wish to live life their way, gets screwed over.

Think about it. People who wish to do good have to endure so much. For an assurance of this 'paradise' Some people are born weak and some people are born strong. I am one of the weak. I try to believe. I want to believe. But what else is there to believe in? I dont know.

But do trust this, I wont let my fingers slip on my own.