I'm still given four years.
Four years of living in this cruel world.
Four years of all the hurtings, suffering, lying, hiding,
four years of everything.
And after that it will all stop.
The temporary hapiness I'm feeling,
all the pain I'm experiencing,
the smiles that I'm faking,
these puffy eyes everytime I cry,
the scars on my skin everytime I want to die,
my emotions,
my senses,
my heartbeat.
