AWAY

 

seven years has passed.
think I'm getting better.
guess I'm wrong.
still fragile and vulnerable.

it's too much to take.
I become hardly to breathe.
when will it over?
I wanna go away.

hurt is such an understatment.
it's no more wound.
already numb.
couldn't feel anything more.

sometimes I want to give up.
but God haven't let me yet.
just not this time, one day.
sometimes I'm afraid of going away.

I'm not afraid,
of what I'll leave behind.
I'm just afraid,
what am I going to say to God for giving up.