Interlude: Memories // P6

It's like a blade throbbing in my brain;
I see myself, as clearly as if I were seeing myself in the mirror,
and I know it is me, from older times...

Slowly they fade away, causing less pain every time...
And I know I can't keep living like this, so I struggle.
I fight, and I dream I win...

I know things still aren't all right, I know I am not okay,
'cuz I still have one more verse to write.
The verse that will complete yet another book,
and will show me, once again, how strong I have become...