Body made out of porcelain,
soul out of glass,
let me be free,
after I die.
Memories that crash,
in the abyss of pain.

Scars cover my skin,
while dying in a dark room,
and the pain to my useless body,
monsters laughing at my gloom,
Ending my untold story.
noticing my tears and the wind.

Invisible for normal eyes,
the acts and consequences
of the inner war, I’m losing,
drowning while smiling,
making it hard to survive.