Every night I cry,
As I watch the night sky…

My friend,
Said to me,
Die instead,
For me to see.

I can no longer bare,
There stare.

Who am I?
Why am I here?

A person whoms' shy,
Here to feel fear.

Born with an empty shell,
Born with no wish to live.

There is a voice,
Telling me.

"Go… Be free."

Am I fading?
Am I becoming mad?

"It's not mad.
It's been unique."

Who are you?
Why can't I see you?

"Dear child.
I'm your friend,
That lives in your head."

I guess it's time,
My thoughts are sinking,
My body feels thing.

I guess it's to late to back down.

( Music:  Marty's little world )