I'm leaking my soul as I sit on my bed,
I doubt my life, my existing, my death,
while I slowly watch the sheets turn red,
from relived pain and the will to live,
from the anger and the hurt,
from the feeling of being loved that I can't give.

I feel it bursting in my veins,
an emotion of a kind so strong.
I feel the moments passing by,
and yet time seems to be so wrong.
I see my life go by in pictures,
it all was nothing but a song,
with a neverending melody,
that now, when I can feel the end,
will never last too long.

Tremendous is the experienced fear,
tremendous and so bleak.
Fear of being killed by me, having to stay here.
All I ever wanted, was a life on my own,
a life, some time and feelings,
and now what I never had makes me drown.

I feel my head slip on the pillows,
next to the bloody sheets,
while my heart still ponders
the moments I now leave.

I feel that I am hurting
the way you're hurting too.
And yet my pain divides us,
and lets no feelings through.

lungs, I know there still is air,
I feel them move towards the sky,
they've done their work just preciously,
and now it's time to die.
I have always wondered, what would it be like,
to be completely weightless, and finally, to fly?

That's all I remember,
as I lie here and I cry,
they're standing all around me,
wondering why I'd died.

I don't have a feeling of regret,
now that I am free.
In this world I never was real,
and now, yet I am me.

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