I am dying, oh so slowly...
I am lonely, I am useless,
I have nothing but only a family,
no friends, no money, no work, no love,
my heart is beginning to turn into a stone.
hard stone build of sorrows and despairs,
I shouldn't have born if I am born this way,
I shouldn't have lived if I am living a life without a dream,
dreams shattered, into pieces,
tried to piece them back,
bit by bit, piece by piece,
try to make it a whole,
but shattered easily just by a light touch,
dream of a dream living in darkness,
where it swallows me as a whole,
and eats me as a failure,
failure of life, failure of a human being.
