• I'm eluding my colors,
    and fading to black.
    I've come to the crossroads,
    there’s no turning back.

    I'm lost in this hell- this concept of me,
    this painful desire to set myself free...

    What are the choices that I should have made?
    Why didn’t I listen to the life that I craved?

    When will I realize this was not meant to be,
    this withering lifeless body of me..

    How did I get here?
    And why did I go?
    When did my labored breaths become achingly slow?

    Why didn’t I listen or pretend that I see?
    How can I be living...
    this dying of me