Please wipe my tears of blood. Please come here to comfort me, for I have been cast into a cruel and horrible world--a world which always tries to push me down below--push me down below the scary crocodile pit of dark dungeons--That's the most horrible place to be, mother. That's the most horrible place, you can ever imagine!!!!
Let me ask you---Is it wrong to smile and be happy?---Is it wrong to be a cheerful child singing nature melodies in the sunset and dancing to the cowboy's tune by the light of the moon? Is it wrong to be like that, mother? Is it wrong to love and be loved? Is it so mother? I don't understand this world!!!!
Now I have really lost the control of my mind, sweet mother as I live in the unknown beautiful fantasy world of yours, mesmerized. But inside, I live in the fear of losing myself and that I would end up in total darkness one day, with my hopes and dreams all shattered and my entire inner universe blinded and destroyed!!!!
It's time for you to speak up now..I have spoken all that I can speak---I have written all that I can write...It's time for you to come and comfort your loving son who is suffering...It's time for you to come, O mother...It's time for you to come...I shall wait for you all this winter by the lake and I hope that you shall finally come and put an end to all this suffering!!!!!
Your loving son,