I need to breathe,
to keep living,
to keep my heart beating.
I need to look,
so I can see the world
the evil world where I live.
I need to cry,
to hug my knees and
sink into the tears of my eyes.
I need to write,
so I can feel like
I keep being someone,
like I exist.
I need to have
people around,
so I can feel like
I'm not invisible yet.
But sometimes
I feel like nothing's enough
to carry on with life...
Because feelings are too hard.
