I don't feel anymore,
It isn't sad,
It isn't full.
I don't have the energy to cry,
I am not worth tears.
I live my life as a ghost.
Each way out is too much to try.
Im drowning, but I have to say that I am flying.
Because I am the happy one. I always have to be happy.
If I am not, then they'll fade away.
Then it would be my fault.
But I'm empty and silently dying.
And I am too afraid to ask for help.
No one can know that I hope for an end.
It seems like the only way to cut myself free from these ropes.
And no one will ever know
Time is a revelator.
And I have everything but time.