I want to stop breathing.
I thought for a while,
If wanting will last for an hour or forever.

I want to stop breathing.
There's a dagger pierced through my heart.
Everytime I breathe in, I embrace pain.
Everytime I breathe in, I exhale tears.

"I don't know, which is more painful?

To continue breathing with a broken heart or to continue shedding tears while losing myself in parts?"

I want to stop breathing and sleep.
For I know, in my sleep,
There is void, unknown, and an end.