Die, die, die, die
oh... what
blue sky
with
Sit in the toilet on the second floor
Boo
When I'm looking up
Even though I haven't thought about anything
Tears are coming out
from here
The body
If you throw it out
Right now this
The only thing about pain
terminate
That is
I wonder if it can be done
with
The screen door
I opened it
unceasingly
The sound of knocking on the door
Mother's angry voice
“How long will you keep bothering everyone!?
If only you went to school, everyone would be happy! I'm already 18!?
I'm already tired!! I can see myself taking care of you for the rest of my life and becoming lazy!”
from this pain
I want to escape
The only way to do that is death
places of escape, etc.
nowhere
Tired tired tired tired
Tired tired tired tired
I want to stop
