Whatever I am going to do or try, it'll fail. But I am always repeating, as long as I am still breathing, there's no time for sleeping.

It might take a day, maybe even a month or also a year, but as long as I keep breathing, I won't feel any fear.

I'll repeat, whatever I am going to do or try, no matter how much I cry, I'll fight until the day I die.

I am putting my thoughts on some paper, just like these scars on my skin with this sharp rapier. I'll not deny, I am not okey, but it's okey, I can be outside while it's sunny weather, but inside is a storm, and my feelings are digging their holes and are hidding like a worm, and I know that I shouldn't hide myself, but what shall I do if there's nobody who's gonna help me break my shell.

While I write I am thinking about nothing else, just about my shady-self. I am pretending to be okey and that everything's alright, but they don't know that I am inside a fight, a fight which I won't win on my own, but there's nothing to hope for, because everything I had is gone.

The only thing I've got left is the word 'alone'.

Whatever I am going to do or try, it'll fail. But I am always repeating, as long as I am still breathing, there's no time for sleeping.