In night alone, darkness surrounds me
Morning light, never arrives to me
Feeling guilty, purely for existing
Why should I, keep persisting
Cruel world, full of cruel people that surrounds me
Why should loneliness even surprise me
A good friend, is worth more than gold
Without any, you'll be cold
My fragile little soul
Broken to the core
Memories remained
Like scars engraved
Maybe God wants me to suffer
To teach me how to be tougher
My feelings are open, for whole world to see
Even if they, will use it against me
- Marko Milić
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