Bedridden, sick to the bone. Even in those moments, you are the only one I can think about. All by myself, no one to take care of me. Am I just doomed to be forever alone?
I don't get it. Is it just me that is unlucky? Is it just the world that hates me? God was never by my side. It was clear then, and it is clearer now.
Falling under this feeling, I want my mind to be dull. More than ever, I miss you. I thought about a grim future. I thought about the worst.
Would you be there if I were to be taken? If I were no longer in this world, would you mourn me? Or just stay silent and cold like you are currently
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 2:16 PM UTC
Bedridden, sick to the bone. Even in those moments, you are the only one I can think about. All by myself, no one to take care of me. Am I just doomed to be forever alone?
I don't get it. Is it just me that is unlucky? Is it just the world that hates me? God was never by my side. It was clear then, and it is clearer now.
Falling under this feeling, I want my mind to be dull. More than ever, I miss you. I thought about a grim future. I thought about the worst.
Would you be there if I were to be taken? If I were no longer in this world, would you mourn me? Or just stay silent and cold like you are currently
