I try to think but I have a whirlwind in my head.
I try to stay calm but my temper is like a volcano.
I try to listen to my heart but It’s silent.
Should I stop breathing,
scatter my ashes to the wind.
This would is harsh and I cannot find my way.
Should I forget my dreams, tell them to others so they go on.
My heart is cold and withered.
Should you forget how strongly I loved look at my children, I will always live within them.