I looked into myself
but all I found was darkness.
It's cold in my heart
as if all luck had completely disappeared.
Every day,
I carry this emptiness around with me.
Every day,
I exist without feeling, without living.
I am a ghost of myself that wanders the streets, restless.
I am the night without stars,
without moon.
The light left me.
I am the forest everyone is
warning about,
the dark soul nobody wants to see.
I am a war that never ends,
that never finds peace.
I am invisible, silence surrounds me.

Between all the humans, what am I?

-by myself