We don't deserve what has happened to us.

Some view that the only way out is to die, to leave.

To us it's a must.

What have I been able to achieve?

To save the lives of others?

But it means nothing to me.

The Future fathers and mothers.

Saving them is not the key.

Making up for what I've lost

Is the why

That I continue onward, whatever the cost.

Even though I want to die.

My guilt of not being able to save their lives.

It's all I hear.

They make me turn to knifes.

I can't help but fear.

When I will fall again.

Few care.

It keeps getting hard to fend

They who don't exist, they who just stare

I just can't defend

And why do they always share

Their Opinions?

It's left a tear. (tare)

As if I'm their minion.

I want to kill myself.

To be forgotten

To leave what's left of my broken story on the back of the shelf.

I've turned rotten.

They, the enemies, the ones in my head.

I will confess.

Oh? What was it that they said?

That I'm depressed?

The things I hear, the voices...

They influence my choices

It's true.

They just agree

I feel Blue.

"Can't you see?"

"You are better off dead."

Enough said.

End.