Alone

Alone. Again. From day to day.
I feel that my dream of heaven is crumbling.
No, it's a nightmare, it's not a dream, I feel incredible pain in my soul.
It hurts. Stop it.
Words are cutting me like a sword.
Isn't my misfortune enough for you?
You're still incapable of hearing the cries of this miserable, "lower" layer of people.
Go. Go sadness.
Let silence destroy me.
There will be none of me because of these beasts.
And when they are silent, I will shout in front of everyone.
Because the value of man is measured by the spoken words.