You are not wrong when you said grab hold of what you are searching for.
If nothing changes even if you cry and wail.
Then it doesn't matter whether you scream or laugh doesn't it.
The reasons why I push away things precious to me.
Is because and always will be, because I'm weak.
Why do I even exist, here and now.
In this made up world.
I don't care that no one knows as long as you are with me.
Then again when I looked you are gone.
The crowd points their fingers at me indiscriminately.
How can I blame when I'm the cause of these atrocities against you.
I will definitely become strong or so I say.
Thinking of the one I love, I find myself realizing again.
It's best this way.
