I hope I feel what you feel when you found your dream.
I wonder why you found yours, while I can’t even find mine.
I want to steal your goals — but that’s not the kind of person I can be.

I dream of being a soldier, but the darkness inside holds me back.
Taking lives isn’t in me, yet I still want to chase that dream.
Sometimes, I feel left out — even in my own world.

There’s a deep wound in my chest — that feels impossible to heals.
I want to become the person I see in my dreams but I can even stand on my own.
Life feels strange, like I’m already gone.
I’m alive in flesh but dead in soul.
Didn't  think I can stand on my own two feet.
I need support — but I hate needing anyone.
Suffering in silence is safer than suffering with you because your just a human so you can judge me too.
I don’t think I can live with you — even for a week because I feel my body getting weak.