How would you know of my weakness and my custom made darkness?
I deserve what my body defines as a "normal way of life."

I find it hard to believe how someone can find it so simple to live. Day by day, each and everyone seems exactly the same.

I've never mentioned my fears or my weakest of points. What's the use of breathing if all there is contaminated air?

See me choke with my own breath, realize that
the thing that hurts the most is the earth we
walk upon.

I can never talk without looking away, half my life I haven't lived and the other half is a lie.

I've made it so it doesn't fit with yours, I'd destroy it and build my own so I wouldn't feel so desperate and alone.

Why can't I pretend that life is sound and there's something more to this ground, what little I have you've managed to find out, not from force but because I've bled out for you.

This world that seems to turn this slow, everything seems to go the way I don't. But as slow as everything is, It's still harder to move.