i wanted to get away,
from the torches and pain
the world throws at me,
am i not worthy of your time?
to listen to my words that is;
pleading, begging.
no one would ever listen.
and so, i kept it all inside my head,
without all of you knowing,
just like a treasure chest;
hidden, unknown,
yet no one tried to seek.
monster's voice screams inside.
i wanted to get away;
from this world, from all of you,
doubts you have given me,
making me regret every thing i did.
so i let myself run onto the edge of
the cliff,
no one bothers, anyway.
with the sweet taste of the wind,
i screamed.
—who's the real monster?
