I used to play, laugh and cry.
I used to discover new places when I was young.
I used to love someone once.
I used to waste time for nothing.
I used to be someone.
Now, I dragged my body to become a statue.
I closed inside the luggage for the rest of myself.
Dreams, feelings and love.
I am suspended above the grave.
The forest is growing, and its scream breaks the silence.
I used to feel and love again, but I failed.
Now my heart is empty. My body walks alone.
I dragged my soul to a dead point.
I fell and lost myself.
I am trying to wake up, but I still feel nothing.
Am I a statue.
Did I dig my grave?
Could be too late again.
I am sorry.