there is a 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 to grief

that can't quite be put into ｗｏｒｄｓ ．

                                        𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔

                              𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛

cause i'm stuck with your stories ( but no clue who you are ) and no idea if you're dead or just too far

I 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 so that all the fighting I have already done is not 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨!

                                I'm  not  used  to                                  being  loved.  I                                  wouldn't  know                                   what  to  do.

" Be who you are. " As long as it's someone that they've picked.

fair is f o u l , 

and foul is f a i r 

         вυт ι ωιℓℓ вє тнєяє             ι ωιℓℓ вє тнєяє fσя уσυ

I’ve come too far to fade tonight                                 Fight or be taken out alive

So now, I’m holding this pain            Like how you abandoned everything It grows clearer every day               Endlessly in front of my eyes,                       Déjà vu

             beneath  all  my  𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔  and  laughter

         there  is  a  𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄  you  cannot  comprehend

   as long as there are people who need to be protected

                                                        ɪ'ʟʟ ғɪɢʜᴛ!

I'm so angry.

I'm so tired of being angry.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰

                       𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 

 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

“ I’m fighting my conscience , 

                                                                                         damn that bitch is strong. “