These scars run so deep, that...
I'm afraid no other man will ever be able to...

I try not to open my eyes,
Because the thought of everything is too hard to...

I must forewarn you,
For the words you are about to read...

I've secluded myself.
Bedridden for almost two years...

My heart has become a castle
My tears...

My eyes may sleep,
But it's a troubled soul...

Nowadays,
My heart grieves in waves...

You are the shimmering stardust,
That hangs upon my hearts hopeful strings...

Underneath,
The wrinkles of my skin...

It's the simplest activities in life,
That are somehow becoming much more complicated...

Even if the heavens,
Where to replace all of the falling stars...

How can I grow from a wounded past,
To better myself in this reality...