I sit in my living room with my cell
my fingers pressing its buttons but they always fail
to search a friend to whom I should call
but my bad luck, every time from the sofa i fall.
I can’t find any number except 911
no one to call, there is none.
Then I realize, I’m friendless
all alone in this mess.
I sit in my study room, which is a little shorter
no one to ask for a glass of milk or water
nobody to say, 'it’s too late, take a break
close the books and keep them in the rake'
no one to put on me my blanket and say good night
no one to kiss my forehead, no one to fight
nobody to say good morning and give breakfast
I'm living all alone here and I'll die alone here at last.
I'm all alone as a cloud
no one to accompany me in this crowd
I talk to my brain and fight with it
love, smile, relations, care, are all bullshit
then I sit for my lunch on the dining table
no one to tell me to pass the bowl and I giggle
on myself that I don't have any one to care
is it because I did the same to others? but I never dared!
I solve the charade; no one to help
no one to chat, I always yelp
then I thought, who will cremate me
and in its thinking I died!
I forgot that I'm a spook living a sinful life
all because I killed myself, I'm suffering this grief
better to die and live alone than to be alone living
life is all what you make it, think it and write it before your killing...