Every morning

The introduction to myself, another day

And I thank god for the ability of being productive

No, it's not about scars

It's about the fear

The pot holes in the road that is everyday

Sometimes, I remember

How is to feel helpless

And I fear that I may become helpless again.

Do I come back home from work tonight?

Do the next bad mood will take away my life?

It doesn't start feeling bad

It starts feeling strange, reckless

Throwing opportunities through the window

And then you notice there's a whole new grey world in front of you.

I'll never forget what I've saw

Either, I'll never forget what I did too

After being an adult, a real image that doesn't go away.

I remember lying below the desk at work and crying

I don't think I've ever cried so much

And one week before I was saved because someone chatted with me.

Yes, you can change a life

Save a life

Anyway...

Wait for it, start again, do your homework.

Don't waste your life, neither your time.