I heard your name
the other day...

This... liquid?... flows out from my eyes.
Could it be?... One of God's signs...

My voice is a poison,
people drop one by one...

I didn't even know that i would wake up today.
My life flashed before my very eyes...

I don't care anymore,
Hold a gun to my head...

I am hurt with a pain that is unreal,
i now crave the days when i used to feel...

Why do they care?
or even pretend...

Oh my God!
i would have never guessed that i was depressed...

You going to insult me?
You gonna insult my poem...

The sky turns grey,
i look away...

You look at a face that reveals bruises,
from fake smiles that she always uses...

You look at a face that reveals bruises,
from fake smiles that she always uses...