I have purple eyes.
I am so tired,
I am as tired as a soul can be.
I can no longer identify
who I am or who I should be.
I have realized
that the world that I live in is not destiny.
It was my choice
to be born into the suffering of living.

The skin is too tight.
I am concerned that this body doesn't fit me.
There are things that don't work right,
this machine made of flesh, bones and blood things....