I Just Wanted to Write Something Sure, it's painful, sure, it's hard So much stress, overflowing and overloading Those around me say, "There's no reason! It's not worth it!" And often, I wonder the same. Why do it, if it's this hard? Yet something in it interests me Grabs me, and holds on to me tightly It's not a cage, it's not a monster Perhaps it was born with me Perhaps it is me And perhaps I would not exist without it This is where I want to be This is how I want to be And this is what I want to do As long as I can still move my hands Until the sixth sense begins to dissolve Into the eternity of death Yet nothingness may be for me But perhaps what is left of myself Will be passed on into the infinity That is mankind.