Discover yourself. Look in the mirror and face the monster you have created, the demon that could never be pushed away because it resides deep within you, farther than the depth you intended it to be in. Though you try to pinch yourself, you could never wake up from this nightmare, and the screams that you hear every night will shatter the glass you have built around yourself for protection. It's all futile, you see. There is nothing you could do, but live here, now, and keep on fearing tomorrow like a child hiding with knees bent and shaking in that dark corner of the room.

Confess. You cannot escape the intensity of your sins. You are a ball of fire ready to explode into oblivion, and the broken pieces of you will have no place in heaven. Purgatory will spit you out of its confused inexistence. You have no place, wherever.

Turn the hands of time. You will still end up this way.

I may smile, but the mask I wear is an iron rod burning my skin...
and it will not be lifted until my ashes get blown by the wind.