Inquest.

How long will my heart beat to you? 

How far will I run just to see you? 

How much time do I need to spend thinking of you? 

I'm tired. 

I'm already exhausted. 

I need a break. 

But how? 

When I've had enough and no reason to consider about? 

When none of my body parts is working? 

When I lose myself on the track? 

Or when nothing remains? 

I need you. I want you. I love you. 

But dear, I don't know you anymore. 

Why do you treat me like this? 

Why do you do this to me? 

Am I worthless? 

Am I not loved? 

Am I still the one?