Am I dead

I'm lying here all alone

on the floor with broken bones

the floor is red

what have I done

my eyes are leaking  

and I feel pain where I am weak

I feel like a wolf bit my cheek

I'm trying to scream

but I can barely speak

I feel like someone broke into my head

I'm going crazy lying here

trying to find my files

I feel like a stranger in my head or am I dead

Is this my home? I can't remember this place

am I even alone in this house

did somebody push me down the stairs

I see snowflakes falling on my face

maybe this was one of these days

I was depressed

and having a bad day

or I didn't get my raise

did I put up a fight 

maybe I was trying to die 

perhaps I fall from the sky  

but I'm afraid of high

Is this my home? I can't remember this place

am I even alone in this house

did somebody push me down the stairs

I see snowflakes falling on my face

Höf : Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir 

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