World War Me

Life, I'm suffering it

Glass all over the ground, trapped between these four walls. 

Blood is dropping on the floor, together with tears so insecure.

Sitting in the middle of the moonlight, shinning from outside.

Staring at the black curtain, drizzled with withe pearls.

Several memories go trough the empty minded soul, inside of me.

The emotionless heart slowely stopping to beat inside my chest.

"Why are you still alive?", the voice in my head said.

"I thought you were death already..."

My eyes remove their view and tell me this isn't heaven yet, it's still hell.

"That's how it feels like", my lost voice replayed.

My hand was hurting afther the unknown slap against the destroyed mirror.

The room felt like it was closing in and for a second I thought...

Is it finally going to be over? 

Can I drop the key to meself into the deep ocean where nobody will see it?

Or will someone take the key, open the door, steal another piece of this worthless heart and leave again?

"Life, I'm leading it", the happy child said.

"Life, I'm suffering it", the depressed teenager says.