Breath in
It will get better...

I wiped my foggy window, crisp with the cold,
and I looked out to see a butterfly...

Just them them, it was self-hatred
and the pity from them...

Me
They laugh...

Every second I stand here, it's a hour.
With the gulit that weighs me down...

Everyday I sit here quietly
Wondering, why I've been silenced...

I'm sick and tired for all this desire for
Blood...

No fear
Against you death...

I wish
I could say it...

My mind
Is sickening...

My angel,
Who loves me passionately...

No more breathing
No more sneezing...