Should I want to live in shame?
Should I want to live in blame?
Should I want to live in winters where the doors and windows are wide open?
Should I want to live with shards of glass in my hands?
Should I want to live with my skeleton that’s broken?
Should I want to live with heaviness on my shoulders?
Should I want to roll into the mud that is lying on the street?
Should I want to sleep underneath my blood stained sheet?
