Dear Sir, may I just take a moment of your time?
I know that is a big favor to ask,
especially since time has a way of stealing itself away from me.
You want to wave me off
as just a stranger passing by on the street with little to nothing to do with you;
I can see it in your stance.
But you can’t.
You see, I am not just some random mess of a person
who happens to appear on the street corner the same time as you did.
This is not accidental; this is the wind of fate.
Beg I ask you a question, just to stir up your soul?
See, there is a knife in my heart, just waiting to be turned.
I can see it in your eyes that you know my fate so long,
And that your job overweighs your power to do nothing wrong.
Then take my soul with you,
So it stands a better chance.
You see,
I started to cut to relieve the pain of the headaches that I get from my incessant disorder.
Now tell me dear, does that sound sane to you?
