One Litre of tears

As i think about the past tears will come out...

Reallity is too cruel, too brutal. I don´t even have the right to dream. As i think about the fufure, tears will come out again. Where should I head towards? Even if there isn´t an aswere I´ll feel better by writing it down. I´ve looked for a pair of helping hands but i couldn´t feel them, couldn´t see them. Where are you my God? I olny face toward the darknessand while hearing the sounds of my hopless screams.

My life is like a blossoming flower from the start of my youth, I want to have no regrets, but I am only a scarecrow.