Cold coasts take me back to the days when I could just feel nothing.
I spent months burning books to keep me warm.
I spent months building walls out of hollowed thoughts.
Only to realize that the worst parts f myself are needed to be whole.
I refuse to die a captive of my own mind. I can't afford to stay here any longer.
Because no one will ever be who I think they are, and I will never be who you think I should be.
This life belongs to me, and the promises I've carried here have come too far to be buried with me.
I refuse to die a captive of my own mind.
I can't afford to stay here any longer.
Because the faith of others is what keeps me going
and faith is all I have left.
To all the misfortune ahead: CARVE AWAY, I STILL REMAIN.