I lack color,
I lack perception,
I’m invisible,
I’m unnoticeable,
I’m everything I don’t want to be,
And I can’t help but ask for a remedy.

To this sickness that I have,
To this thing that I encounter every day,
The only adrenaline that rushes within me is,
Anger, sadness and lonesomeness.

I’m drowning silently,
In my own pool of despair,
Thriving to breathe air,
Rise from my submerged state.

I’m done,
I’m still,
I’m numb,
I’m dead.

And I can’t help and wonder,
If the demoness within me;
Is the reason for this suffering I’m feeling;
For this colorless figure on me.

Whimpering all by myself,
As no color is perceived out of me,
And I can’t help but ask,
“Is there a remedy?”

The countless echoes repeating the word no;
Is what comes upon me,
I pity myself;
Because even me can’t see the color of me.