Hey lana,

There's four corner in my room.
I was in the middle, fighting at midst
of a war between my mind and life.
Crawling, shouting, asking for help trying to reach someone's arm.
But end up being beaten by mind--

No one can help me.
I'm like at all the bottom of a swamp but I'm not drowning because even the water can't fill the void inside of me, checkmate buddy.
I'm dead inside
all I need to do is to literally die.

A bullet in my head,
marked by your name, lana.
You save me, in this four corner room.
You sat with me the middle.
Listening every thoughts in my head.
Giving words and transparency.
Making me comfortable, helping me ease the pain, and becoming my friend.
But in the end I know that it has to be ended.
I need to remove the bullet and heal myself.

Thank you, Cristina Castellana.
May we meet again