The fruit I picked tasted of despair

I realized there was no kindness in the words I had lined up, yet I wanted someone to fill this gouged-out heart

Emptiness erodes and melts away this body, feeling utterly alone, I wished to disappear

But I lacked even the courage to do so

Is it a sin to find life difficult?

Is it okay to cry if I'm punished?

Is seeking help a shame?

Is it foolish to believe?

Is this smile real?

Beneath the hollow sky, I wandered aimlessly

The promises I made to myself, now distant echoes, lost in time

I saw reflections of a future I couldn't grasp

Every step forward felt like sinking in quicksand, pulling me deeper

Chasing shadows, trying to feel alive, but all I touched were lies

The walls around me closed in, leaving me gasping for breath

Yet still, I clung to the hope that maybe tomorrow, I’d find my way

Is it a sin to find life difficult?

Is it okay to cry if I'm punished?

Is seeking help a shame?

Is it foolish to believe?

Is this smile real?

Is it a sin to find life difficult?

Is it okay to cry if I'm punished?

Is seeking help a shame?

Is it foolish to believe?

Is this smile real?