how hard it is to describe.
but how do you feel,
when someone pushes a blade in your mind.
no one to see,
no one to hear,
and you began to ask yourself.
why is every thing wrong?
and here i am,
with these words.
can you remember day one?
when it was not like this?
when you are sure with your thoughts?
when you still go on with whatever you have?
why is everything wrong?
here i am,
facing my oppressor.
convincing myself that nothing is wrong.
- he says.
