Can’t make it right
I can only write
I can’t think
can only speak
My bones dried up
Same time my ink dried up
At this tender age
I now spill blood in empty pages
I hear underneath the world’s noise
Tiny, scary voices
They say I’m insane
But if I obey it becomes a sin
Who can I trust?
For I’m lost
Yet no one is searching
I can only see the footprints of AKACHI.
Tempted to follow
Yet I want to grow
I need to leave
But I deserve to live.