You will die someday. Alone. Forgotten, forgetting about the happy days of a child. Memories shattered, broken, abandoned. World falling down faster than a ray of light. Nothing left to believe in. Nothing left to hold on to. Nothing left to aim on. Realizing that you were dying from the day you were born. Tears sinking into barreled soil that once was fertile and green. Guarding Angel lying drunk and depressed by your side – if he even exists, cause you doubt. In everything. Was the life worth all the suffering? You doubt in everything, you believe in nothing – and know nothing, except that it wasn’t. but you still desperately want to live.
Hmmm…
Czy zamiast “You” nie chciałaś przypadkiem wstawić “I” lub “We”?