Going through identity and existential crisis Nothing new It is not my first time that it gets fucked up My worldview The rhythm of my writing is half broken As my soul Trying to go through this journey of life With a hole In my heart and mind Sometimes everything seems meaningless In my eyes Sometimes I just think about ending it My life But life .. has more in it More to come, more to find Even when it feels like a dead end And even when he is blind There is more to life More to give rather to give up Less to hate, and more to Love More to do and change Rather to just blame But it still gets bigger and bigger It starts to eat my hopes and dreams I'm still talking about my void that I'm unable to avoid But it will not be forever For yes as I have said before Nothing is fine with this world For all I hear are screams at night And I can't ignore what they see My eyes I can't ignore what it feels My heart Nothing is broken can be fixed, But broken things can be transformed. For ashes can turn into new Beauty, But ashes can’t be what it was once. But still, I don't believe, not anymore. But still, I have hope. Hope, you are the only thing that makes me seek more. Hope, you are making me feel alive, even with this void, this hole. Hope.