Everything I Have

Everything I say

Everything I touch

Everything I feel

is empty

Why does my mind exist?

For what does my mind exist?

Even if I say something,

it is only trash

Even if I touch something,

it is only coldness

Even if I feel something,

it is only phantom

I live, only to say words

that nobody hears

I live, only to touch love

that is always fake

I live, only to feel empty heart

that nobody sees

Everything I say

Everything I touch

Everything I feel

is empty

Everything I have is invisible and empty

I have worthless things to everyone

But thanks to them,

I manage to breathe