I know it is not my place to worry,

But just like a thought that lingers,

I can't seem to cast this feeling aside.

Everyday that goes by,

I wonder if you're alright,

If you are eating well,

And if you miss me like I miss you.

I wake up just to find you are not there anymore,

My days became nights again,

And, slowly, I start to accept the darkness that surrounds me.

Not knowing what you are going through,

Being unable to support or help.

Those things remind me how useless I am,

And how little to no consequences my actions have.

I am just one of many lost souls that wander with no purpose,

And with every new dawn I feel more drawn to the void that awaits.

I wanted to be your friend,

I wanted to help you laugh,

And, even if just by a little, I wanted to make life brighter.

This sucks. 

I keep hurting, crying and despairing.

I never even got the chance to tell you how I feel.

I guess the night is dark and full of dangers,

And, after all this time, it is the only place I belong.

 se a vida me desse algo,

se a vida me desse algo para além de isto,

não escreveria de madruga,

não escreveria de todo,

porque só quem escreve sabe,

e somente os que sabem desejam não saber,

a amargura e o desgosto inerente a cada palavra.

dei por mim a falar com paredes,

literalmente. falei com paredes,

ou melhor, elas falaram comigo,

eu limitei-me a responder.

nem sei quanto tempo passou,

segundos? talvez até minutos,

mas, felizmente, não durou assim tanto.

senti uma mão a tocar-me no ombro,

e voltei à realidade.

porque me esticou a mão? questionei,

quando estou cá prefiro não estar,

e quando não estou não sou,

mais aquele que chora sobre leite derramado.

Sometimes I feel hopeless. Most of the times actually. Everyday seems a repetition of the day before. Every flower has the same smell and, no matter how many bodies I end up touching, they all feel the same. No matter what I chose to do, nothing changes.