17th of September, Year 2006

I have held and done what you constantly wanted
The scars from my mouth barely make sense
Sure enough you have taken so much for granted
But what you have deceived has made me a mess

I guess I sought everything for my own joy and tragedy
Screaming and weeping all those feelings of woe
As my heart tears apart as it beats so much faster
I fell and crashed on what unto you I never owed

But I still here am, trying but it’s never enough
Frustration that is myself; the agony is portrayed with blood
Again, the moment is slow, again, it freezes
And you did not know; But now, six years had long stopped.