I hate that feeling in the night,
When space inside is blank.
When darkness blames your simple smile
And kills your mind again.
You only want to be outside
Of problems in your head.
Your better passion died in quiet
And useless river bank.
You really want to push away
Your willings and your dreams.
Because they are the great mistake.
You can not help your tears.
You have that feeling every night.
You can't escape that pain.
You will say them:" that is alright"
And cry all night again.
That feeling is with everyone,
Who wanted suicide.
But worthless hope will came to us.
We call this hope sunrise