what is there left in this world when you know all has gone from your sight. everything comes down in your world as little pellets of rain, that crashes into the little pores of my skin. to the one i cannot help, to the one i cannot save, to myself that i cannot heal. then and now is life only real, but as fake as the winters summer day. to know that in your hopeless life there was one thing keeping you back from nonexistance. then that one thing is gone from sight, gone from hope and the faith that was kept so secluded from all. that one true thing, was and is so young, so pure, so hopeless, and now all is lost. so why the pain when the only pain left is from the one who softened the pain to the minimum.