blood from my chest
blood from my mouth
i'm still alive
but i prefer to die, i guess
i don't feel pain
only discomfort of being aware
that i will leave them
morning, i wake up again

he told me i was a coward
she told me it wasn't me
too scared to look inside i've hidden it
empty does not feel light

sleep not much
eat not much
wake up, breakfast
on the way
people, work
way back
piano, guitar, silence
home
too much time
let's talk
not much
too much
sleep not much

i wish i could sleep

i love it when it is so quiet
like huge storm is coming
or it came and left already
and there's nothing
but the survivors

there's a light in the tunnel, they say
the tunnel's there
where's the light?

sometimes we collapse
to stand up
sometimes they make us collapse
to leave us