Pain.
Everyday is endless pain
Sometimes I feel like going insane
But when I count backwards
I remember that pedestrian lane
That made my future vanish with just one chain
I am not in the state of delirium
Why did you made me a prisoner of this asylum?
With just a simple statement
My life turned into a living hell
I couldn't just show and tell
I should write it down
I was left-handed
Now I am trying to write with the other hand with my elementary alphabet
With big spaces between the line
Like a little kid trying to write in a first line
For the first time
How—how could I?
When pain broke into several pieces in my body and trying to eat me up
There's no one who can ever cheer up
A lost fish in the land
Trying to swim in the sand.