Are sins really sins? Nobody's perfect, everyone sins. Why should I be told not to do damage to my body. You don't even let me recover.
All the time you stood besides me. You judged with your hollow eyes. I trembled in fear of continuing life. You just yelled painful words that stabbed me each time I breathe.
Whenever I look back at the past, I see a happy child, hiding her worries behind a smile. Her heart not in pain, her life not threatened by her soul who was supposed to be cherishing each second of living.
But why live in fear... right? A simple pill, stab, or jump could set you free. So for now i'll rely on my friend for advice.
When all you see are silhouettes, I see a whole picture of imperfections I just want to stab away. I want to... go away. I want to wake up from this nightmare...
