but my own.

its no one’s fault, really. no one’s job to help me up, no one’s place to keep me down. what happened to the sky’s the limits. the sky is falling. to the ground. i have no idea when everything became so out of control. when i started only playing the defense, when i started becomming exactly what everyone expected of me. i sit here for hours thinking hat at least we dont get out alive. at least in the end none of any of this will really matter. not to me anyway. we carry burdens our whole lives, secrets, regrets. just to one day either pass them on, or let them die. thats what i think when it hurts too bad to stand, when the tears wont stop coming, when you look at me like that, when i cant fake even one more smile. im the hardest on myself. i have always been my toughest critic. i am hardest on myself for all the things i failed, the things that let me fail. i wanted more for myself. i am better than this. id love to blame circumstance but we are all in charge of our own destiny.

the older you get, the easier it is to run away.