It will not make any difference

DAYS TURN INTO NIGHTS; 

NIGHTS BLEED INTO DAYS. 

THE BLAND MONOTONY 

THAT IS YOUR LIFE SEEMS NEVER-ENDING.

YOU STRUGGLE TO COPE AT FIRST. 

THERE'S A LOT TO PROCESS, 

A LOT TO UNDERSTAND. 

YOU WANT TO TALK, SCREAM, CRY-ANYTHING TO GET IT ALL OUT 

- BUT YOU DON'T OBLIGE YOURSELF

 BECAUSE IT WILL NOT MAKE ANY

 DIFFERENCE

YOU WANT TO REACH OUT,

 BUT WHAT'S THERE IS A MIRAGE AT BEST,

 AND A VOID THAT NOW EXISTS IN PLACE

 OF WHAT YOU USED TO KNOW AT WORST.