You choose to be nothing

You know that feeling when you already did your best. When you tried to do something that makes you busy, but it feels like nothing.

You got tired, but never felt satisfied.
You did everything to ease the loneliness.
You did anything to be away from boredom.
You tried to get busy not to remember the pain.
But still you consider it as a day spent with nothing.
Cause a productive day to you is a day spent with him.

You know that feeling when you're used to his presence,
When you already accepted his voice as a sweet symphony,
When his arms were home,
When you became independent of him
Cause no matter, what you'll do still, it's a day spent with nothing

But you choose it.
You choose to be like that.
You choose to struggle with the pain
And you choose to conquer it.