i need a breather

i really need time off i need to know who i am i need to grow up. growing up is indeed a whole stupid process of trial and error, fag.

if i could record down the memories,
if i could love crying babies,
if i could have all those possibilities.

then why can't i love myself?
why can't i thrive?
AND why does this pain feel sharper then a knife?

who exactly am i? is my life forever a lie till the day i die?

i can't forget yesterday and i can't just run away. i'm stayer i'm a fighter, or am i not?

i don't know who i am anymore as i watch the clouds fade and trees sway.

wish i could run away from it all.