I made myself bloody and messy just because I didn't want anyone to come close and touch the wounds deep in my heart...
I wear a coat of indifference and walk back and forth proudly in the spring, summer, autumn and winter. What you see is always frivolity and ignorance. I just don't want you to care about my existence or the harm I have suffered...
Is it your past that ruined my future? Or does time interpret all accidents?
How can a terminally ill young man with depression bear a heavy future? ?
Whose past ruined whose future?