My heart weeps, my ears bleed,
Hearing this horrible screech.
It might be a scream, a cry for help, but no lips are moving and I am entirely alone.
And I worry.
I am scared of what will happen, I am scared of what will be
With this screech invading my senses and making me unable to see
Where the borders are, between my mind and reality.
And I worry.
Not enough to care, not enough to put aside what I am doing, because I wouldn't be able to stop.
I wish I could stop.
But if I do, if I drop the pain, if I just hear this noise once again,
will I get weak, will I even be able to still want this to end?
It is not about my will. Not about, what it could reach.
I can't risk this.
I can't loose my last option, let my last choice be made by a sound I wont miss.
By this horrible, horrible screech.
