there'll Be a Miracle.

Heather

so sad,my heart. 
I hope to make you feel good for at least a day, my heart. 

I'm sorry. 
I'm sorry for not being able to get rid of the tightness.
  that feels of pressure.

  I am weak and stupid,
even just to relax the pain,I can't. 

Heather's song from Conan Gray went on in my room without stopping.

for some reason,
the song was just so exact in my condition. 

every time I try not to feel it too much, the pain gets worse. 

like being punctured with a lot of needles,
or I just hope it's really punctured. 

at least anything besides this feeling.

  I never liked it even though I felt it often.