All around me are ashes of memories, and the screams in my head are not just echoes, but reflections of my fears and doubts. Every word spoken in the dark reminds me that without that inner voice, I will be nothing. I long for peace, but my suffering has become a part of me, like a shadow that won't retreat. Thoughts of death do not leave me, they become obsessive, and I wonder: is it an instinct of self-preservation or a disease that cannot be rid of?

I search for an answer to find a cure for these dark thoughts and suicidal moods, but every time I try to understand myself, I seem to sink deeper into the abyss where I will find only you.

The time has returned when I wanted to erase myself from all the photographs. You found a place where one can go deaf from emptiness. I will never forget how your name flashed at the end. If I wanted to forget something, I would definitely forget your crying image in my mind.

I know that this happened because of me.