Eyes closed, wishing everything didn't happen
I can't seem to be able to write about it
All I know, there's only one thing that can help me
But in my eyes, there exist not even ashes of my remains

Banging my head repeatedly tends to heal a lot
It helps set the feeling right after sometime
Atleast, I can't sense myself broken
Atleast, i can pretend to be normal
Till it kills me altogether