Ever felt like you can't write no more
Like this never ending misery is just too much
Consecutive sorrow and endless sadness
Infinite regret and boundless suffering

Ever felt like you had so much burdens
That you have depleted the ways to express them

For what reason?
For what reason do they occur?
And for what reason do I endure all of this?

My legs are heavy, my arms tired
My mind is vague and my thought slow
But I can't stop
I can't stop these tired lungs from inhaling
I can't stop this beat-up heart from beating
I can't stop these worn-out legs from marching forth
But the fog in my mind is growing
And the darkness surrounding my thought is darkening
My feelings are pale and my emotions are dying

My resistance is decreasing
My will is perishing
I feel as if I am becoming a zombie - a mindless creep.
sigh...