All these words I say or write, doesn't mean that my future is bright.
However, it might, mean that I will endure another day and night.
With or without armor I will continue to fight, for things I believe is right.
I am used to the pain, no reason to celebrate, dark thoughts fills my brain.
I sometimes wish that I could go back, to a time where not everything was black. Darkness surrounds me, I tell myself everyday that I'm okay, wishing I was free.
What's the purpose? - A circle.
No end just like a ring. I'm not royal but I will be king.
I will rule my life as if it were my world and kingdom.
I have the knowledge and wisdom. I will escape my prison.
With a rope wrapped around my throat, when I can't breathe, I have hope.
Suicide might ruin things. As an Angel though, I would have wings.