"i don't know." i said.
"don't know what to do,
don't know where to go."
"it is dark in here." he said.
"dark in your head,
dark in your heart."
"it's okay." we said.
"okay to feel the pain,
okay to be yourself."

"it is your fault." we were told.
"your fault that the world is dying,
your fault that nobody believes."
"is it our fault?" our brain asked.
"can i ever do something good?
am i ever enough for them?"

"should i go?" my heart asked.
"yes." my brain said. "you should."
"why?" they're asking on the news.
"why?" the parents ask at home.
"this is why." my spirit is thinking.
thinking when i rise up, up to god.

Life is a game.
A game I don't know the rules of.
When I say nothing , I lose.
When I say something, I lose.
When I quit, I lose.
I don't want to lose.
When I say nothing they win and laugh.
When I say something, the win and laugh.
When I quit, they probably win too and laugh.
For who am I playing?
Myself? Them? The world?
I play because I don't know.
Don't know what to do.
But what if I could quit?
What if I could reset the game?
Would I be happy? Would I win?
Or am I doomed to lose forever.
Life is no game.
I can quit, but never reset.
It will hurt, but not like this.
Is is worth it? Am I lying to myself?
Yes I am. Life is a choice.
I make the choice to live.
Live even when quitting is easier.
Those are my rules for the game.
The game of life.

what? what can we do?
do for them, for the world.
world full of hate.
hate coming from you.
you don't know what i do.
do know, but never tell.
tell in this life time.
time that runs out.
out of our hands.
hands who are broken.
bloken like broken hearts.
hearts who love, but don't feel.
feel the pain insite of me.
me and you and we.
we... we don't say we.
we love, we hate, we...
we know, know that we know
know, that i love you.
you love you, like you love me.
me and you are the same
same like brothers and sisters.
sisters and brothers who are broken.
broken because they love.
love each other...