The Current Will Carry Us

Every fucking day, I have to deal with the pressure I put on myself, to outdo myself. But I can't ask for help, I can't admit I'm weak. I'm going back on my words, I'm going back on who I used to be. I can't take it anymore. Every day I wage a war on

I've never told this to anyone. I've just tried to move past. But lately it seems that my insecurities have got the best of me. And I'm no longer in control. No one should ever have to feel like this. To feel like me. Even though the good I have outw

All of our lives we've been told what to believe. "Nothing Is perfect" so what's the point of purpose? The line that separates the weak From us who truly care, is one I don't intend to cross. The heart of man beats But only in greedy hands, and