there is another world where i slip away;
it is a river on which i float.
and i adore the scenery,
the hazy sky and so many, spiraling moons!

i savor it all, as i can’t in my real world.
here, i am everything. i don’t have any regrets.
my life is in my own hands. but i’m still depressed.
i always wished i could be beautiful;
i always wished i was talented:
to have something to be proud of
is to have the world at your side, guiding you,
and telling you, you’re worth it.
i often wonder what that would sound like:
“you’re worth it”
i often wonder, until i fall fast asleep,
drifting down the highest river of my dreams.
and the next morning i cannot wait
to be back asleep, in my safe place.

while i did all this – you bottled up and didn’t even care:
i beg you: don’t sacrifice it with your own hands.