Something is missing
Part of me is empty
And the feeling cannot be described.
I feel empty
Part of me is dying
And my mind does not know why
My thoughts are sad
That part is enormous
And I do not want to accept it.
I do not want to accept
(the) emptiness, (the) sadness, (the) death
Of little parts of me.
Parts no one could replace or recreate
And what is left
My heart does not want to accept.