There's nothing in the sky
Except the weather,
There's nothing under me
Beside the ground.
I look for signs or symbols
Or whatever,
I search for something
That perhaps cannot be found.

There's nothing in my dreams,
Don't look for meanings,
There's nothing in my heart
Except for blood.
There's nothing to explain
This empty feeling
I don't remember
Why I started feeling bad.

There's no one here
That really understands it,
There isn't much around
That drives me to go on.
There is no right way
I can tell you that I'm sorry,
There is no proper way for me
To end this poem.