I don't know you,
But my tears recognize the pain
you're going through.
I know your name but we don't have a connection between us.
I recognize your face but it does not tell who you are.
Only when the curtains cover your world reveals the darkness around you.
You were not bad but you are not good as well.
You let the world see the side of you but not the whole you.
You try to reach out but no one dares to listen.
And when everything falls they gathered to hear your plea.
I feel something within me a feeling that wanted to save you.
I wish I could have met you but the world we both live is impossible to collide.
And only when you did so well that I realized you have enough fighting.
Farewell, you worked hard.
I know I'm someone you don't know.
Rest well, you did well.
It has the hardest decision you choose to have.
But know this...
It was the bravest thing you did for yourself.
Winning the battle between you and your wicked self.