what's the use of these eyes if all i see is sadness

what's the use of these wrists if they can no longer draw

what's the use of lessons if i cant focus on them

what's the use of this face if its just fugly and irritate ppl

what's the use of eating when i am just wasting resources

what's the use of trying when i already know the truth


i am just a weakling who cant push the blade deep enough

a weakling who cant climb up that curb


let me disappear from your sight and save u all the burden

i am useless when i am not cheerful but my face can no longer lie


i am sorry













perhaps... just my ears remain, so that amidst the darknesses

i can still hear your voice.