Hit The Floor.

I looked above me and saw the blue sky. Something was amissed however. Where was my Sun? I felt the cold wind blowing through my hair, carressing my skin. But no light was seen. I thought it was fine. Initially...

Sometimes I thought my day could be fine without a single glimpse of sunshine. But that didn't mean I gotta hide. I wasn't expecting perfection. I knew long ago that shit couldn't exist in reality. Except for fairy tales of course. Where the mother fucking god-mothers popped out of nowhere to save the damsel in distress, rather than the Prince Charming to do his duty.

I tried my best to hold my chin up high. But people like you love to drag me down. I could never understand the purpose of your existence. Was it to make my life worthwhile or miserable?

I kept telling myself that I would not die. Day and night, I lived by that prayer. However, lately, it appeared as if I had been praying to a false god. Why? Things weren't like this. So why now? ):