Do I still excist?
Am I still breathing?
Is my name on the list,
of the living things?
Cuz I am still here.
Barely living,
full of fear,
try to change a little something.
With crying eyes,
with fearfull wishing,
with thousand tries,
from this little something.
I try to keep breathing,
I try to make excistence,
try to save everything,
to make myself evidence.
Of what I don't need,
What should be cared about,
What I must NOT feed,
that can't be without...
(with care from the other side}