I gasp for air,
As I reach after
The last bit of hope.
I drag my self through
The filthy mud
I'm at the verge of shattering,
Seeing myself
In the eyes of death.
But yet
I'm more alive
Than I've ever been.
I'm still
Breathing
Fighting on
Screaming,
that this is not the end
Shattered glass
By xTLYKMx
[Highest ranking: #15]"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet anot... More