Speranța este o distragere a atenției

Never finding the light, forever stuck in between both worlds.

Giving up doesn't always mean failure, sometimes letting go of something opens the door for what you have been waiting for,
But other times, letting go is dangerous,
You become vulnerable, lonely, angry, scared, and eventually dead inside,
It's like holding your breath under water and never making it to the surface; the feeling of drowning always there like an itch you just can't reach,
You ask yourself why are you afraid to let go, why do you still hold on to what's not meant to be,
Yet, you already know the answer, if you give up, if you let go it means starting over,
It means that you can't love something if you don't love yourself first,
And you don't, you hate yourself,
Living with all the pain, all the regret has snuffed out the fire inside you,
Knowing you caused the tornado, and not caring about the aftermath,
No, you can't love yourself because you realize that in all that pain, in all that chaos you are no longer capable of love,
No longer capable of feeling anything but despair and emptiness,

And you're okay with that