I am here with a feeling of emptiness.
Alone, only me staring to nothing.
Like part of me had died.
How can I live my life for tomorrow?
How can I stand on my own?
If I feel lonely among the crowd.
If I feel cold when the sun shines so bright.
If I’m laughing and crying then.
No more strength.
Shall I die this way?
I’m tired. I’m weak. I’m sick.