Last tear I dropped when the people weren’t here anymore.
They left me alone, fighting in the darkness, afraid of what’s coming next.
My bones are weak, with blurred sight.
They don’t want me either.
So why not just end yourself?
It's not that hard to be a dead body in a dark room that has stayed for years.
Do you want this to be your end?
Or just give in to sleep, and leave everything behind?
So create your own sorrow that is filled with strength and love,
That makes you stand up to defeat your fears.
You're not alone. Listen to your heart.
The battle didn't end that easily, but it’s immortalized in human history.