Is there something worth fighting for? Is there something worth dying for? Is there anything at all? I hate the stars they remind me of my dreams. I hate the feeling I cannot kill. I hate the chains I’m in. I hate the lie I keep telling myself. Was it worth when I started? I didn’t turn away when I had the chance. I hate my dream in someone else's eyes. I hate the spark I see. The black clouds are above me for too long but I keep walking towards them. Will I ever find a way out? Do I even want to find a sunshine? Everything’s spinning. Can I just pause the world for a sec? Please?