Everyday the sun sets down and it brings back the dawn of my heart. Why does it weigh so much, I still wonder. There are memories that come back to shatter me from within, And I lay fragile without knowing When will I find the right cure? I look for faces,names and places, some moments where this part of mine was understood. But every time I search for my comfort, I hear empty sighs of my heart finding just this void around. There is no one to offer me a hand. There is no one to hear my cries for help. I don't know for how long I can pretend to be okay. Oh there will soon be a day when I will be quoted broken. I don't know in what measures, but slowly my heart will quit Wondering about the person who turned off my oxygen, Wondering about the moments when everything fell apart. They say you see your loved ones during your last few breaths But,even then, I might just recite the sad song of miserable times, Waiting for the death to finally get me some peace.