nothing left

by azucena
(houston tx)

i look at the world now
and i see that there is nothing left.
i try to act like nothing
is happening, but that's the problem:
that very thing i know is dying slowly
and all i can say is i don't want to stay here,
and see the world i live in die
slowly...but i say to myself i'm
not scared to die as long as i know
that there is nothing left to live for.


there's no love,
there's nobody to love me,
there's no reason to smile,
there's no way to live.
there's nothing left in this
world so what's the point?

there's just nothing left.