Sitting on the edge.

I'm so close to giving up, and so near to being down.

I feel like escaping into my world, into the things I want, into a realm that makes me happy, into what I'm made of and into the things that goes with the heart and not the brain. Everyday is another step to the worst and not the better. And when things get better you don't seek the joy, you seek the dread. And when you find unhappiness, you blame others for getting in the way, you blame love for slowing you down, you blame everything else that does not fall in place. I don't feel like platinum, heroine or the blue skies anymore, you've treated me like every other elements that makes up your life, and somewhere along the way, you forgot to love.