Really, I can't do this.
It's about time to cut myself off. The aching and the longing and the crying is too much. I can't even remember half the reason why I'm holding on so hard anymore.
I have a hard time sleeping, I don't want to eat.
So what really matters?
It'll be good for me to be far away, not having to see things.
Maybe it's cowardice. Maybe it's bravery.
I'm just trying to survive.
"Right before my eyes, the world that decayed.
Right before my eyes, you murder somebody.
Too tragic to stay with you.
I fall into black, black darkness,
And even my voice is smeared with mud,
So I throw my body away into the lie,
And when that turns to scrap, my value will be gone,
And the sadness of it will never reach you."
