It has been a while since I said anything it feels like writing diary no one will see covered under the dust, I constantly ask myself what is the sense? Why keep going against thousands when it's obvious lost fight? Why Am I doing it? These questions appear in my mind more often engulfing this small spark of hope and dream I once had

It has been over decade.. I gave my all.. seems like this path wasnt meant for me time to admit harsh reality of life where kids dreams are shattered so easily
I wasn't chosen to be around people, to enjoy and share this beautiful world of art
I'm lost cause since being born and terrible person who doesn't deserve to be happy

For years I have been fighting with deep depression, voices in my mind never stop haunting me, I'm scared.. im scared to ask for help.. I'm scared of not been answered and thus I'm left alone in the darkness with my own demons
That's fine

I'm tired.. my last hope is that on the other side is awaiting me better place