It's not right.

The gigantic pressure that has planted itself inside my forehead.
The constant feeling of being pushed ahead of myself.

Im tired of trying,
Im tired of not knowing,
feeling like somethings missing,
the fear,
the crave,

the thunder in my heart.

The one thing i fear the most,
is the future,
not knowing what will happen to me.

What if i die unhappy with my life?