I feel... I feel this wind The wind that pierces me... Pierces me like life itself...
The wind that takes away my dreams and desires, leaving only pain and emptiness...
Around me... A huge abyss... Abyss filled with countless monuments... Monuments of stupid rules... Rules that could shatter you into a million tiny fragments...
Dysphoria... It's like a cage... Tight, old, dirty, and rusty cage... It presses on me with its broken bars, digging into my skin... Is it blood?... Nobody sees this cage... Or do they not want to see it? They said that I created this cage... But... But they avoid me... As if I were a plague... Of course... Because they installed these monuments...
I'm sorry that I can't be happy... I'm sorry that I can't be what you want me to be... I'm sorry that I failed your expectations...
I'm sitting here... Sitting and listening to music, trying to drown out this pain... Creating a short illusion... Illusion of a better life? You dream... And then?... What happens then?... It doesn't matter to anyone...
Maybe... Maybe all I need... is to step forward?
(Maybe... Maybe all I need... is to step forward?)