Don't let your guard down...

Everyone is coming, hitting me left and right

Fists of emotional fury, is there a way out? 

How did i come in?

There might be a key... but what do i have to pay to get it?

There is a door... but where is the missing knob?

Or maybe who is the missing knob?

Angles? I believe in angles...

I believe that one day an angle will spare me its wings so I can simply fly away from this war.

To fly. To fly is an magical thing.

I wish I could fly.

Fly away from stress, critism, judge mental people and wrost of all... worthlessness.

Worth is a sick joke to human kind.

Nobody is worthy, but everyone is capable

Is life worthy? Why live life if there is no life to live?

Think about it...