It feels
just a little bit like my first day...

Months had passed
but the pain...

My entire life
I've spent in a cage...

Lost
weak...

Questions never answered
Time is running out...

When a raindrop falls,
Somewhere in the world...

So what happens next,
My angel of sorrow...

Who can compete with perfection?
Something to perfect for words...

"To see a world in a grain of sand",
What's that supposed to mean...

I ran
or walked, rather...

I tried
I honestly did...

Under pressure
not breaking...