When all you've got is a photograph of the apple...
color faded and tear stained from every tear...

I met my new best friend today,
he said that he had a way...

*This is a "song"...*
I'm sorry, I can't sleep...

I'm willing to kill,
myself to feel...

*Song/poem...*
Why did this happen, why are you gone...

I can't sleep, I keep hearing voices,
speak to me, making my choices...

If life is like a movie, well, I think you should...
that mine is not some funny picture show...

I hear voices calling,
come into the darkness...

Happy, and carefree,
the way I used to be...

So, what's the point in holding on,
if you cannot find a reason...