As I strolled along the beach, those thoughts came to me. I kept on thinking. I kept on questioning.
I haven't got any signs. I wanted to leave but it is so hard. I wanted to leave everything behind. I just want to go.
I came back, I did what i had to do; left one thing.
-- I need to breathe, I need more time.
There's no air. I'm drowning, I'm suffocating.
I died once.
I'm dying again.
I don't see that light.
I can't see it anymore.
Maybe I'm meant to be this way.
Maybe I shall leave..