Here's an idea I had after listening to Bad Apple! Here's the Prologue.
Sometimes I don't understand my feelings, my hate, my anger, I can't tell what I feel. I can't tell who I am, either. I know I'm a human, but is that an excuse? I don't know. I can't tell. Why don't I know? Am I that stupid? Am I that ignorant? Like I said, I don't know. Tell me, am I hurting? Feels like it. However, I am human. Do humans feel hurt? Not the kind of pain that comes from bleeding, but the kind that comes from the head. Do you know that one? That pain, it's the most devious.
Marble March, that's my name. I remember now. It's probably because the pain gave way. I'm asleep now, after all. Am I crying? Water is spilling from my eyes. I have never done this before. It's probably because I'm asleep.
It's dark, so dark. I hate the dark. Why is it so dark? It's pitch black. I hate black. I prefer the blue sky. That shade of blue is something else than all this black. Why black? Why not the same blue as the sky? Sky. That's right. Her name was Sky. Is that why I'm crying? Is it because her skin was that color, blue. Or was it her eyes? That's right, it was her eyes. Her eyes were blue, but now...
No. Not this pain. I can't bare it anymore.
No.
No.
No!
It's turning white again. I'm waking up. More pain is rushing in. I hate it. I hate this. It's too much. I don't want this. I've gotten this far, I just need to forget again.
Forget the pain.
Forget the times we had.
Douse the light.
Return to night.