See

The narrator wishes to see, but can't seem to be able to.

Can't you see

I am hanging on a thread and it is breaking

My conscious is slipping in and out

Barely keeping me alive

I am blinded

By the need to see

Life is nothing

To me, I am desperate to see

There is no place for me

Except the corner of a room, solitude

You are not meant for me

I am not meant for me

Grow up, I

Keep repeating to myself

You are grown up now, you

Keep saying to me

Pain is crucial to life

But I want to see