I called until my voice became a stranger to me,

but you turned deaf ears to my cry.

Or perhaps you had gone so far

that my voice could no longer reach you.

I have nothing left to myself.

So why did you take yourself away too?

I sought rest among the noise,

but found none.

Instead, they gave me more weight to carry.

My shoulders have betrayed me.

They are no longer mine.

They no longer know what heaviness means,

for they have carried my burdens for far too long.

My trusted ones turned their backs on me.

I sought my foes to lay my head,

but they only offered me

their cold graves to sleep in.

Why have you forsaken me too?

Without you,

my body will sleep

into a world that has no name.

Where have you gone?

Am I so dirty

that you have gone away too?

Or are you tired

of hearing my burdens?

My brain has retired

before its time.

Why have you all forsaken me?

But you,

you are the cruelest.

You left without a goodbye.

At least my friends stabbed me in the back;

I knew their truth.

My foes showed me their black colours early.

My shoulders resigned

from carrying my burdens.

But you…

Why did you leave

as though I were nobody?

You could have left me in the dirt.

At least then,

I would have known

that you were no more.

But how do I mourn someone

who left without dying?

Where do I bury what I cannot find?

Where have you gone?

And now,

I am left carrying the weight

of your absence

with the shoulders

that have already betrayed me.