The secret is to drive your passion through different ways
It's so hard, it's not simple
Pure angst
Pure soul fighting inside a flesh body
Fighting for new perspectives.

Wishes, what wishes are made of?
Can't you see that nothing is able to disable this compassionate guilt
Guilt, for whatever it is, lies here, waiting, adding up
And maybe a n o t h e r session awaits.

Why can't shake away this feeling?
This part of me which cannot drag my own head away from this despair of mine?

Cold days awaits

I fear no death
I fear hurting
Hurting the ones I love
But egotistical I should be
Myself in first place so this way never
Never I would hurt anyone

To carry forward all these mementos
These little details which I've built my own ego on top of
It's hard, it's too much, it's being alive.
Please don't ask me what I should do, do not force life into me
I just pray to never hurt anyone again.