Where are you?
I see nothing while they've been seen
I feel nothing even if they're around
But not to give a hand, only their pointless words
Feeling numb, unspoken...
Broken, beat and scared
I only hear the sound of encumbered soul
I seal my throat for not to scream
Staring around and I find no one,
All by myself without a shoulder...
then I whisper in grief ;
what it's not come, shall be appeared,
what it's appeared, shall be taken,
what it's taken, shall not be lost,
what it's lost, shall be released
In the last without beginning,
I don't need them sympathized no more..
And those worthless whispers
Drive myself to vanish,
Forsake the cradle of pain.
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