When things go south and you realize there is no one you can count,
sit in the corner and cry your heart out.

Your life is too dark for any of your friends to relate to;
no wonder they never wanted to listen to.

Write things down and listen to songs;
and you'll be cancelling out every sound.

Feeling everything and nothing at once,
this feeling of numbness along with agony,
You're being burnt alive but no one could ever see these mental wounds
It needs more than a thermometer to measure this heat and agitation

The mercury keeps dropping and your heart keeps burning
until the pain reach to a point where
everything and nothing matter anymore, nothing left but ashes and dusts
to a point where nothing left but emptiness

In books, you cried for those helpless
Now, here you are crying for yourself
And when you cry, you don't cry: no tears, no sobs,
not even a sad face
Just with your poker face that nobody could read

"This is just life" you mumbled, sometimes a little out loud
But what did you do wrong except being born?