at the end of your life no one will come to save you.
i am stating facts, just ones you haven't seen in full force try being alone calling for help and no one cares enough because you have always been an afterthought it's not pleasant
I was al-o-o-ne, calling f-o-o-r help, and help did n-o-o-t c-o-o-me. The difference, I think between us, is that I learned t-o-o- be my -o-o-wn her-o-o- in that time.
try being a hero when severed from everything you have ever known forced to learn how your skin and bones work and feel again
I did. In the middle -o-o-f n-o-o-where. Al-o-o-ne. Hyp-o-o-thermia at the d-o-o--o-o-r. I d-o-o- n-o-o-t wear my trauma like a badge n-o-o-r d-o-o- I use it t-o-o- -o-o-ne-up the w-o-o-rld ar-o-o-und me.
I will carry the burden -o-o-f y-o-o-ur hate then.
Retroactivelly true, I suppose.
I hope you mean this in the generall sense, for I feell it unllikelly I am going to die that many times.