I Die Crying in My MidnightContent as the days passTrying to not think too muchBut my mind wont give up its lastMy mind wondering, my head spinningStarring out the window with music in my earsFeeling an abstract motion of continuous tearsI see no hope, only a shiny path paved for meIn a comfortable shady spot under a treeOops, I stepped on a stoneThere go my shoes and glasses,Not a comforting toneThen I stepped on a flowerTake my water away from meAnd I die of thirstIll not cry of pain, but of no dignity and helplessness,Ill cry in continuous burstIll let my eyes rain down the sky all nightUntil my face is wet a