I was burning everyday.
I wanted to put a picture to it,
so I set myself on fire,
but he found me.
The scars remain forever, and I won't regret it ever.
We can't kill ourselves, we don't deserve that mercy
None of us do.
We must carry their legacy,
for we hold their memories,
their habits, their words, their faces.
Nobody is better than us,
yet they are still as bad as we are.
It's only fitting that we punish ourselves by living.
I won't deny that I think about killing myself everyday,
but I hope this feeling will pass.
Just like everything else that has, since being set in motion.
