Incomplete,
something is moving apart,
just obsess in the so called 'life'
It's dark in the heart.
Scattering and blanked,
driving me sad.
What's going on?
I wasn't that sad.
It is vaccum,
Nothing is here.
Even tears and fears.
It is numb.
I am a zombie.
No feeling, no thinking.
all the things stucked,
No value, no meaning.
Really scattered...
it has holes, though
i wanna find the glue,
but i dont how to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ur beginning to realize u have to find ur meaning in life. i went through the same thing but i was sad because i had a friend who took me to that point. your situation might be different...