Dead Poem by Nadezhda Tolmacheva

i honestly cant understand this anymore.
i cant understand life anymore and the brightness of the sun
what for?
whats the point if you feel like you have nothing.
your empty and you know that how your going to live forever now
and the saddest thing, you let it happen.
so again what for?
why do rivers flow?
why is the sky blue or the mountains are high.
why does the wind still blow.
what for are we living?
what for are we dreaming?
what for are asking questions knowing there will be no answer.
why do i still have hope that i can return and do everything over with whom i love.