My nights are getting longer. The empty room, breathless, without any sound.
My own hell but it's okay somehow. Feels like home.
I just wished, that I could say about myself that I once lived. I mean really lived...I was alive but I didn't live.
Hopefully, the one that survived my treatments finds back to life.
Now it's too late to apologize what I've done.
...but, i've lost the shadow beside me. I am able to realize what i've done and I do.
I am sorry....