SO HEAVY
This TRIGGER
and the FINGER I have on the TRIGGER
it is as if weights had been placed on them
What is this?
I want to end it all, and yet…
Am I a prisoner of my attachment to the past?
I dont have to remember it. .
I dont have to remember it..
her hand was so warm..
I coudn’t help but think
“Why are you the one crying?”
You’re so annoying
I didn’t care.. I didn’t care about anything..
Right at that moment . .
the only thing . .
I could just . .
The only thing that mattered was to
desperately try with all I had and
not let the terrible weight of those
feeling-like things welling up in me
make me lose my sanity completely
The warmth of her hands..
that cuddles me everytime I sleep
you don’t sleep enough
that’s because each night you come take care of me instead
Im scared
IT’S OKAY
The days I dreaded will come
I WILL BE ON YOUR SIDE
Those arms, which I have no right to seek..
are preventing me from leaving..
I feel so safe in her arms that it’s almost cruel..
and her gaze, always so sincere and unwavering
it has never ceased to give me strength
And even as she stands in front of me now. .
Her gaze is just as sincere and unwavering as before. .
as she looks at me
