I am tired of myself questioning everything. I never tried to escape even though I had a thousand plans about it: to release myself, to disconnect from everything around me. I wrote it on the walls, I had my face down, but I was wide-awake while you kept slitting my throat. My mind plays tricks on me and time never healed a single let- down. Why do I feel enamoured of people that I should rather forget? Now I can’t tell you what is real ‘cause everything’s just a fragment of your expectations. No more. No more expectations. ‘You’re not good enough’ is what they keep telling me. And to think, I had wishes. I thought I could fulfil your dreams. I thought I could be someone to you. The truth is, I never loved you but I’m still in love with the things I thought we might have been. Keep your eyes shut and take a look at me. Our thoughts will sing to the sound of letting go. I hope you’re lonely like me. Set me free.