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This is the death of myself as a whole

She is me, but now she's gone

Is there anything?

Is there anything?

Is there anything left at all?

When the rain ceases

I will no longer be me anymore

When she see's me again

Will she feel me anymore?

Where did she go?

It's like she died

Help, come back

Just be me again

And when the rain stops

I will be gone

The trace of who I am

Is gone

Reborn, again

Living feels like hell on Earth

But I've become to weak to die alone

Am I to persist eternally in this agonising state?

Has it become to late for me?