FOR THE PAIN I FEEL IN MY WRISTS,
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
I THINK OF YOU,
AND SEE THE LIGHT.
HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I HAVE BEEN HERE?
IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
I WANT TO SEE THE LIGHT,
THE COLORS,
AND THE PEOPLE.
HAVE I BEEN HERE FOR LONG?
DO I REALLY BELONG?
SHOULD I BE ABLE TO SEE MYSLEF?
CAN I LIVE WITH MYSELF?
LIVE WITHOUT LOVE?
NEVER
I COULD NEVER DO THAT
AT ALL.
I NEED IT TO SURVIVE IN A PLACE LIKE TIS.
IS THIS MY HELL?
OR IS THIS MY HEAVEN?
DO I DESERVE THIS AT ALL?
CAN I LIVE WITH IT?
OR SHOULD I DIE INSTEAD?
WHATS FOR THE BEST IN THIS WORLD?
