How can I say I am alive?
Is it when I breathing and ready to strive?
How can I say that my heart is like a stone?
If I can feel the bitterness of being alone
Am I really living?
Or am I just only breathing?
My mind is aching, it's a torture
My soul is dying, can't find any cure
Shhhh, I feel so empty
Myself deserves the word pity
Cruel life was for me
It killing me slowly yet painfully
