Comatose

I hate feeling like this.
I'm so tired of trying to hide it.
This mask needs to go away,
to leave me alone.

"What's exactly worth living for?"
I used to ask myself.
And then,
then I understood.

It's not about
what's worth living for.
It's about
what's worth dying for.

And that was when
He lighted up a fire
inside my soul
that I couldn't control.

- T