How many letters have I written like this
I got used to writing letters to nobody
Do I just want to leave something
The proof that I lived my life here
What am I to think like this?
Ridiculous!
This will be the last one
I always have a feeling of sinking down
I am in the swamp impossible to get out of
Who is dragging me down from the bottom
No, nobody is dragging
It is me who decide to step into the swamp
The truth I've seen can be worthy of my life?
Have I satisfied my soul?
Just a curiosity at the beginning
Not a sense of mission at all
But now I want to tell you the truth
I know this letter won't be sent to you
because I will never post it
Despite of it, I have tried to inform you
Do I want you to remember my existence?
Leave off talking to myself
It is meaningless
I'm just trying to take responsibility
I have to leave here now
I'll never write again