my insecurities can drive me insane. my heartbreak story builds up hatred in my bones. my trust for others is hidden, locked away where only i can find it. my eyes tell a story, of pain, heartbreak, struggle , love and lust. i sit here with the fakest smile i can possibly have to hold back my tears. i fight my tears like i’ve had to fight almost everything else all my life. everyday is a new battle and i’m getting weak and tired. but my mind is determined to keep going. until i win. but will i ever win ? will i ever have done enough ? will the struggles and adversities ever give up.. or will i have to fight until my very last breath... in time ill find out what my true meaning in this world is.. if i even have one