They say it's a symptom of some disease.
They say it's a call for attention.
Self-centered and blind.
All of them.
I just need to make it real. I just need to feel in the flesh what tortures my soul. I just need to see the blood pouring from my veins.
It makes all real.
It's just so I know I still am, that I have not faded to the black whole within.
I don't need their attention.
I don't want them to see me.
Judge me.
I just need to feel the blade cutting through the layers of deceitful matter keeping my soul prisoner.
Let me be, let me be…