Some may call it Emo but it's not about death, it's about life
I have made mistakes recently and little by little I accept my own imperfections that i become vulnerable and sensitive. I could not even focus on things i believe are of utmost importance. This anxiety has reached its peak and unnoticably breaking my character. This worry has gone to the abyss of unknown. My leisure time is spent with pondering and deep sighs. I tried to make people understand, specially the ones dear to me but i just can't put it in words. It's a cross i have to carry myself... Then, i remember that I have a friend named Jesus. I figured that worries can be hadled with faith and daily optimism, that only I, yes only I can free myself from mental slavery, that life has to go on because you know that someone up there has died for you and what a shame if all you bring back is your repeated flaws.