Running, searching, finding nothing
Wandering, probing, lost but found
in yet out, near and far
my emotions suicidal, happy
quietly screaming inside for more
less of what I have got
in life, death
in happiness, sorrow
melancoly, i walk, afraid
Of fear of optimism
I stand alone, without a prayer
from someone who cares
really cares about my life
and ending it all, easy
but hard pain
they're turn, over
live on, never forget
always remember hateful lies
of righteous, who turn, hurting
knowing every evil of the heart
of stone, icy cold, unbreakable
unbearable

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 286 AF.