lonely and alone

I realized ...
my life is quiet
I was born ...
shrieking cry
howling grief
its own.

temporary,
the world around me laugh
him,
I was silent, stone wall

I felt sore all over my body
up,
tears never stopped flowing
always decorate my cheeks began to thin
either from a source which,
and also whether it will be where

which I yearn
are on your side
skip the rest of my tuk,

however,
hope it never come true
all just a false delusion

my world is quiet,
empty ...
There is no sense ...
How dead ...
Vacuum without the sounds and words ...