I have a home to which everyday i tiredly return.
I have my dad for guidence and advice, and my glamurous mom for love and companion.
I have my lovely little sister, to whom i share thoughts and secrets.
I have food in my belly,
and clothes to keep me warm.

I have everything, don´t i?
I have everything.
I have everything?


Then why does it feel like i have nothing?


I am carefull as to not to speak this outloud,
for i wish to sound ungreatful no more,
but shouldn´t i feel happier
if i have indeed everything?

i think i have nothing then.