Exhaustion seeps deep into my bones—
Without your love, I am alone!
Without your love, there’s nothing left;
I’ve no strength to resist this death!

I’ve no strength to keep going on;
This has meant nothing all along!
This has meant nothing to all of you—
It is so fruitless, what I do!

It is so fruitless to put forth the work;
I know it’ll only get me hurt!
I know it’ll only bring me pain—
I’ve no strength to remain this way!

I’ve no strength to lie like this—
To die like this;
To cry like this!
I have no strength to live like this—
Forgive like this!

For I do not live; I merely exist!
I have not strength enough for this!
I have not strength enough for life—
But neither do I have the strength to die!

Chantrea Johari
27 September 2005