my body aches and tingles, my mind only spirals
everyone would be happier if i was no longer here
i want to run away into the dark trees
but i would only come running back confused
because i don't belong anywhere

it's nearly a year since you died and i'm sorry i couldn't have saved you
but i'm so scared that the same thing will happen to me too
you were curled up in my dream the night you died
crouched under a shelter with your knees to your chest - your head was buried down
you were never in my dream before

i'm scared i'm scared i'm scared and i don't know what to do
but if i have to die i hope that i'll see you
maybe there's nothing afterwards anyway...
is nothing at all better than all my bad days?