It has already been stated that on this already bruised canvas, there are carmine lines, running deep. But as they fade, no one bats an eye. However, the fortress we call our mind is deeply shattered and I can't sleep at night. Worrying about the past, present and what is to come, also why the closest I have are all making me feel down. Did I deserve what has come to be? And why would he said that, what did he really mean.