I am lying here all alone..
With this wind blowing my hair..
And softly caress my skin..
It feels like it is not only blowing my hair..
But it as well blows my soul and my spirit away..
I am lying here..
Weak... and fragile..
I don't even have enough energy to cry..
I don't even have enough energy to pull that tears out of my eyes..
Look at this weak body on the ground..
What will I do with it?
Kill it or leave it?
I am lying here
All alone..
Weak and fragile..
I am now understand..
And totally know that I am done..
I am done..
Totally done..