What if I have nothing else to give?
What if I have a mind full of thoughts—
Thoughts that don't concern me
Thoughts that were never about me
Thoughts that are bound to be free
But what if I have nothing more to give?
My mind is full of air—
My heart is full of smoke—
In these glasses I just broke
I am nothing, without any hope
So how do I write this?
No, how do I continue this?
It may look like a colorful piece
But for me nothing can be touched by bliss
Nothing, like darkness, like a dead wish
Now tell me what to say
Whisper the words I can never say
Show me the light in this darkest day
Make me see, make me open my eyes,
Make me live again in any possible way
Now tell me what to do
How do I continue writing—
If my ink is now suffocating
If my hand is suddenly trembling
How do I continue writing—
If my thoughts are close to nothing
If my pain is just my everything
If my words are already dying