luni, 21 mai 2012

I Stuff

I miss me.
I used to be happy.
I was something else.
I feel alone.
I am alone.
I am nobody.
I am invisible.
I am not from anywhere.
I don't know why am I still trying.
I don't know what I am trying.
I don't have the power of will.
I don't care anymore.
I feel her.
I was happy.
I used to be something.
I miss her.

I need help.
Can anybody, I mean anybody, really help me?