This is; a stranger’s diary
I want to fly in the wind like sand in the desert.
A feeling of unease and fear of death
I’ve been mocking of myself.
I do not know what expression on my face is any longer.
My burned universe
I have a fed-up with life.
Self-hatred that feels myself like trash
I am nothing; just pieces of meat
Leave me alone. No, don't leave me alone.
Me who choose to be isolated. That choice is only my own.
I'm in the labyrinth; being thrown in at the deep end
The black shadow eats into me.
I sink and struggle into the depths of despair.
I fall into a deep abyss.
Fate is what I make for myself, after all.