Not doing very well. Trying to survive but every minute it gets more and more difficult to hang on.
A new life, if protected
Would mean a chance
Redemption,
Salvation,
Forgiveness.
It is true
I believe the great and different pain
Of five years ago
Damaged the body beyond repair
A thought that brings me great despair.
Since then no monster
Has given us the swollen belly of life.
Good in a way
For no new life from us do the monsters get to hurt
But bad for Mary, bad for me
For it means all our chances the monsters stole
There will be no forgiveness, no new life to love and hold.
And that is something I cannot bare
If true then life I cannot bare.
The sadness, that truth, the right we’ll never have
Is too much to handle, especially knowing how close our loves we once had.
If we soon die of the pain and loss
Know it’s not your fault, but the cultist monsters
Who stole all of our chances and everyone we loved.
I think this is a place we need to begin
If you don’t want our life to end
Because right now all seems lost
The body will be put through monster hell
In the hope that one day another chance will come
And all will not be lost.
(Source: 4nthony.com, via thrill3d)
It calls (Source: never-estimate, via higher-than-jedward)
And I hate it (Source: bipolarefeliz, via you-will-survive-this-somehow)
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