May be we don't exist.
May be our existence doesn't matter.
May be our voice is just the part of chaos.
May be there's none to care.
May be there are thousand scares to conceal.
May be there's no cure.

May be there is a lot more to shout.
May be stillness is within us.
May be we all are broken a little.

May be we are burdened with our lives.
May be we need a little push.
May be being left alone is what our soul wants.

May be there's no happiness to live for.
May be our death will be just an insignificant matter.
May be our worth is not even a penny.
May be our birth was also by chance.
May be our absence doesn't make a difference.
May be we are like that.

May be cursing ourselves is the only viable option.
May be our heart needs a rest from pumping.
May be struggling for an identity is what left.
May be having a place in someone's life will cheer us.
May be having some work will give our mind a trip.
May be that blackness and void is the part of our soul.

May be those never ending sleep is our identity.
May be the sobs and the loneliness fills us.
May be darkness is our only friend left.
May be our house has endless hidden extremities to get lost in .
May be our life has become a dirt, waiting to be blown .

May be we are all dead!