Where is the fairness of it all?
Why do I need to stumble and fall?
What is the strength I need when everything starts to crumble?
When does it all started to crawl...

People ask me "why am I happy"
My face shows it but my body can't feel it.
Don't ask me why I am happy...
Dare to ask why I am not...

There are words circling on the hollow mind.
I made this self and form two characters...
One for the public...
One for myself at night.

Again people ask me "are you okay?"
My face shows it but my body is empty.
Don't ask me if I'm okay...
Dare to ask why I am not...

Maybe there is a black dot inside of me.
It slowly grows and eats me up daily.
I also have this monster as a pet,
I feed it very well, and I hate how I love it.

Now I'm sitting in this black room
Staring at the black shadow that cannot be seen
Because black is all what's left from every colors that made me well.

For the last time people ask me, "you fine?"
My face shows it all, but my body already died
Don't ask me if I am fine...
Because if I said yes...

That would be my biggest lie.

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