Everyone is killing
Killing someone that they never wanted to
Killing until they live.
Killing to forget.
Killing to remember.
Stop killing me
Am I even real?
Can I be an angel?
Because bleeding smells like a new day.
New dying, finally.
Do you want to hear a secret?
Secret from my other side.
Come, take my whisper:
Finally, the battle is over,
I won, I won!
Finally, I won!
Then I lost.
Trace the first desperate whispers of pain and the search for the vulnerable Inner Child in our related post: Inner Child – Irmak Çelik
