It was not a dream.

I just wish it were a dream—

To wake up and find it wasn’t what it seemed.

My life feels so cruel, so empty…

Does it still hold any meaning?

My eyes are blind to hope,

My body aches with sorrow,

And my soul drowns in misery.

What did I do to deserve this?

Is this my fate to bear?

Will I withstand it, or will it break me?

I set out on a race, determined to run at my own pace,

But somewhere along the way, I lost my track.

Now, I’m not sure if I’ll endure,

But if I do—I'll have a story to tell.