They will think you fell
That you are in pieces, broken, fractured
And maybe maybe
Destroyed
They will think you will need help
But they won't come to help you anyway
Maybe they will feel sorry
Don't care
Never give explanations
To those who do not ask questions
Who doesn't care
To those who do not seek it
They will think of you as weak, fragile
Not suitable for a life like this
Not suitable for clashes
Not eligible to be first
Never heal yourself
Whose eye
He doesn't have a hand
Ready to give everything
They will think you fell
And instead
You're just looking at the sky