Suicide Season

can I keep holding it

even crying with strong

there is no empty place in my heart

only you, only you

do not ask why I had to insist on this

I do not know why

one that I know one of these

I believe

but sometimes I torture myself

like cutting my own throat

I feel no pain now I feel

I'm trying to eliminate them in the future

I think in my solitude

until when will I survive? struggling?

staggered resist this tender

almost cried, almost desperate

but this way my destiny, the largest mandate

to live, die in life, and actually living in a dead

even though sometimes almost suicidal

but, fate would

I still had the chance to gaze upward

although sometimes, I use to puff up your chest

even, than the head of my own shoulder

stepping beyond the limits

sometimes it really happens

but also sometimes I delude itself

cover screamed conscience

hoping someone found it in the dark view of the heart