"Brain , trya fight for what is wrong and what is right
Can a man be with a man ?
A loco game , a loco game , ya !

Boy , my dreamee-toy
If I wanted to explain, I’m not sure you feel the same
But who’s to blame ?

AH LA LA LA LA LA, SINA TWISTED MIND"

Shaka Ponk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGiZkVumatw



Maybe too abstract for you, let me explain :
this song above is a song about about a boy who can't tell his friend he love him (maybe not original, but it's a true story)

The lyrics of this song touched me when they say "my brain trya fight for what is wrong and what is right, can a man be with a man ?"
I've always had a problem with my homosexuality even if today I'm out to my parents and accepted it.
Before the acceptance, I was a really tortured guy. I hated myself so much that I wish that I was dead, but every time I tried to kill myself, there was something that avoid me to leave. which made the things worse because I couldn't know what kept me alive and why.

so that's what this drawing represent, the part of me that wanted to kill myself, the one that kept me alive, and the one that couldn't stand this.

btw, I don't need any cheerful comment, this submission was just an old feeling brought back by a song and that I needed to get out, but I assure you that I'm ok.