We Make The Meaning Poem by tara mahdavi

The time is passing
days are cold and boring
i'm sleeping hopelessly in my cold bed
remembering just yesterday.
with my lost dreams
i can't find a way to live
i'm abanded here.
there is no song to believe
there is no writing to read
we come to this life and die lonely
but it's painfull to live seperately.
the lonelyness inside is killing me
why do i came here, even i don't know me.
i don't know the purpose of this living
first with a game we are busy
then we search for a meaning
meaning for living.
this pain is killing me
it came out like a spring
then i died in it.
the pain of all people
we are not seperated, , we make the meaning
meaning of living.