write before you sleep

A half look, a half heart, half a person. Borrowed clothes. Stranger. Dreams. Walking in the empty streets.
Now, the playgrounds are empty. Good children go back home early. Then they scream, with the sound of silence.
Everybody knows that one day they'll be seen parading in a sanitarium, with their shadow being their only companion. Why? They tried to defend themselves against the lunacy of their world-and lost. They pay the price of it with their soul.They starve, they cry, They cut, they kill themselves.

I remember when you said "I will never compromise with anything".
You didn't keep your word.