How many times can you fail? 

How many times can you see the end? 

Can you see them, can you see them swarming your head? 

Can you feel sharp edges touching your skin? How much pain do you feel?

Do you feel enraged or maybe upset? 

Maybe you can’t stand it, so you hide yourself from everything.

A shadow follows your every move but suddenly you cannot sense it.

It destroys you and nothing can stop it from spreading, like an infectious disease.

The only thing that I can sense is your eyes. The shade of red crimson glows within you.

The skills you portray are like a gymnast. The swift and graceful moves are visible to me.

A sword matching your eyes gracefully dances after being wielded from its user.

Your hair flowing as you dance. Your feet quickly move to the rhythm.

A secret fighting spirit appears inside of you and that makes you change.

Your style stays the same and not disturbed.

All of the lovely words and comments about others, but why not complement yourself?

Why not treat yourself with those words? Why can’t you accept those words?

Our minds don’t think alike but she can't be any more beautiful.

Her attitude, Her texture, Her words, Her love… She might leave or betray me.

The signs may show but someone has to be ready for a broken day.

A new girl emerges as she was my best friend, she walks away, and I’m left alone.