So, what if i seek
Freedom? What if i want to
Leave what's "important"?

I **** my grandma
with love i don't even own.
And she kills me back.

My father is tied
Around my yellowish neck
To make it more white

"We are okay,"
I know you all aren't,
"We hope you are too,"*
It is no use.

I am sleepy but i
Don't want to sleep
And i
Wonder

If my body is still mine.
I could listen to this song
Till the end of my life, no
Even after i die

Till the end of the world.
I wonder what my
Ears think about me
And the songs

I force them to hear.
I cannot sleep
Any more, i cannot
Have brain any longer

No, i cannot.
This song is a song
Sweet and painful
So very much like love

Only truer.
I have to sleep
In my own chest
But it broke too sharp

I might be hurt
And i wonder if
My body
Is still mine.

I am my own cry
and jealousy in a box
sent to grandmother.

Don't tell me who I
Am, don't tell me how I am;
Don't tell me at all.