as everything goes wrong
I woke up one day
a spear was entrenched in my chest
I thought it was just a play
but I found a hole in my heart, which brings pain that I couldn't express
a war began in my head
I was too weak to fight, so I ran instead
I was not able to defend myself; I never had a weapon
I was barely breathing, but I had no choice but to carry on
a line on my palm vanished as a new one appeared
it's as if part of my life was stolen in exchange for unwanted life—the one I feared
it's like my racing heartbeats are my sister, and my uncontrollable thoughts are my brother
they took over my youth like my life was a game played by a cruel player