I don't know how to be good enough, there is so much expectation placed upon me. My life is a fight for survival and you are my judge. Every move I make is being watched, one wrong move and it's a step closer to the edge of a cliff - sharp rocks calling my name. Gravity tries to tempt me, but I try to fight it. Energy is lacking, meanwhile I am being pushed further and further away from you. This yearning and compulsion is burning in my heart, I just want to be set free. Wake me up from my morbid dream and save me. Can I come back to your warm touch please? Because I hate it out here in the cold. You know I always have. I just want to be warm again, please.
Written by Jeska Brewster on 27/4/2010 (c)


































