Walking around in darkness,
Shedding tears,
Breaking apart.
The prayers
Can they even help?
The hopes and dreams
Are drifting away
Every day. Every night
I cry. I die
Every time I realise
There are no shoulders
But boulders
That break you down.
No one approaches
But the roaches
And soon the roses.
As I rot from the inside
Until they announce...
I died.
