Searching, I make one wish,
For a cold blade that's only mine.

I walk endlessly on a straight path,
Fading into who I used to be.

Wondering if it would feel better,
If I just gave up on everything.

The pieces of me fall and scatters,
Becoming black spots in the sky.

Everyone passes by, averting their gazes,
Without regret, I stop and look back.

Searching, I make one wish,
For a me that's not whole again.