I am still lying on my bed,
Staring deep into nothingness.
I'm lost in the maze in my head,
Finding a way out through this mess.
I was consumed by woe and dread,
That I would fall into darkness,
That I would have been better dead,
That I would not escape madness.
I have suffered a lot and bled,
I was living life like a guess.
I have rued everything and paid
—the prices of my recklessness.
Slowly, I will get back to tread,
That road, starting from the abyss,
I'll redeem those tears I have shed,
Those dreams I boxed in emptiness.