What's this feeling—nostalgia, maybe?
I'm not seeing blood, yet I can feel it.
My heart beats faster than it should, hands shake.
Everything around me feels fake.
My body grows fragile, weak.
Each step I took felt counted,
Just like that day—
The day that turned into my night,
The one I never want to recall.
Or… was I just not concentrating?
Maybe I need something to carry this feeling away.
But everything I've tried feels hopeless.
So… is there no hope?
What am I so afraid of?