After repeating the same word
over and over,
Notice how it becomes
Foreign,
Deformed,
Meaningless.

And it’s because of this
phenomenon,
this truth,
that I refuse to come
Back to you.

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

Somewhere is the future
we would have had,
had...

Mother
Help her
Don’t you love her
She’s bleeding out
On the bathroom floor
Mother
Hold her
Can’t you see she’s dying
Right there in front of you
Her lungs are shaking
Mother
Tell her
That she’ll be alright
Put pressure on her wounds
Stop the flow
Mother
Help me
I don’t want to die
It’s getting so cold
Please keep me warm

I hate for I was deceived
You hate for I am weak
Others hate for they do not understand

In-between the breathes of panic
While blood trickles to my fingers tips
The only hate that I know
Is the one for my myself

I have lost count of the times
where I have seen your face
out of the corner of my eye
but I can’t bring myself
to turn around because I know
that I am seeing what I want to see
and nothing more.