C.Y.F.L.I.D.?

傷は消えない。

だからこそ、生き続けるよ。

Nothing I won't forget.
Nothing I will regret.
If there's a button that wipes myself from the world and people's memories, I won't hesitate to push it.

I am a coward.
I can't even bring an end to it all.

Our inherited genes are flawed.
Still, we need to leave behind a legacy.
A new keeper of the flame.
That's why, stay alive.
Wounds heal, but we are scarred forever.
No need to worry.
Our words wound others constantly, and they develop scars.
With scars covering their wounds, they won't need to bleed from the same cut again.

Why do I keep myself shut?
Why do I keep writing?
Why do I keep insisting to stay alive?
When will I be tired of it all?

We announce our deeds online and claim them as divine punishments.
Tell me, is our God bloodthirsty?
Why do we need to slaughter innocents to prove that we are pious?
Why do we need to hurt other people to claim our prize in paradise?
Why do we need to cut the poor person's neck to get our message across?
Will killing the pedestrians appease our God?

Tell me the truth.
If there is any truth left in this world.
The only truth I had is now dangerously fragile.
I learnt that truth is a fabrication done by the person of power.

I am sick of it all.
This violence.
This blood-shedding.
This killing.
The dying of the sacred earth red.

My favorite songs are on.
My favorite TV shows are recorded.

Everything will end someday.
But I wish it will never end.
Once I find the other side of my heart.
I want to keep myself shut.
This world is scary, and adults are out there spinning their lies.
Justifying their actions.
Dragging unrelated parties into their little game of slaughter.

I am sick of it.
I am tired of it.
The newscaster happily read the news.
"Among the victims, there is no one that is of our nationality."
"No one that is of our nationality."
"No one."

Inside our bubble.
Forever.