Sometime a simple good-bye...,
Can make us terribly cry.
Feeling of worthless, hapless...,
Life is doing humorous wry.
I don't know what will happen...,
If today I die.
Forget my needs but not my deeds...,
All this happen with me,why.
Every time losted living within own storms...,
One cannt break what already broken...but try.
Living in dreams, but actually sailing nightmare...,
Give me not happiness but peace just not pry.
Hovering over virtual forgotten the real...,
If I state more accept my sry.