No matter how much I might sometimes feel like a tiny voice screaming uselessly at the cold and indifferent darkness...
Even when that darkness creeps back into my heart and makes me wonder...
I remember where I was not too long ago and that I survived it. I made it out.
Even if that darkness reminds me that I may not be suitable for that ever again... I still made it.
No matter how much I might sometimes feel like a tiny voice screaming uselessly at the cold and indifferent darkness...
Even when that darkness creeps back into my heart and makes me wonder...
I remember where I was not too long ago and that I survived it. I made it out.
Even if that darkness reminds me that I may not be suitable for that ever again... I still made it.