I can’t take anymore
I can’t breathe
I’m sick of this [bad word] darkness,
Sick of sadness and tears I throw it all up every single day
Together with last night’s dinner

I have lost [bad word] I have convinced myself I am someone else

For God’s sake,
I need to be real
I need touch
I need… people?

I have to turn my life around…

But… I will still be myself, won’t I…?