Label me crazy, desperate for trying to make ends meet•Asking for it like a prey knocks on its hunters' door•Fading between the lines of what I used to see as black and white•Waking up to monsters I thought that I've slayed in my dreams•Letting panic attacks hold my senses hostage•Staring at the mess reflecting back in the mirror•Tracing cuts and bruises on my skin, trophies of fresh attempts•Questioning what it means to be human,to err, to fall, to succumb
