You can see it even sight off.
Is it deep? Or is it shallow?
Does it scare you? Or does it make you smile?
Can you see it? Or can it see you?
Are you in it? Or is it inside you?
The wardrobe next to my door has always been loud of trapped noises,
Laughs... screams followed by screams,
It's inside me. She's the color black reflecting yesterdays,
My wounds they bleed regrets,
The white shirt I'm wearing turns dried blood-stained, spreaded to my arms that I used to reach out for help
While both my legs are still unstained so I use them to run away.
The unknown voices were right...
I have no time to call but the truth is I have plenty,
It is me who does not want help. I keep pushing I can even I no longer can't.
