My head hurts, my stomach is aching,
I need to eat.
I'm so tired,
I've been cryin so much.
I don't know what to do anymore.
There's nothing on this broken and dry road.
Its pitch black,
all I have is flash light .
Sometimes I want to turn it off,
to see what will happen but I'm too scared to find out.
My light will burn out one day,
and so will I.
The only thing I have left to say is,
Goodbye..
