It's here, still in here...

It's still here,
an empty space inside me,
where all desires and wishes come from,
an endless pit without satisfaction,
a place I tried so hard to cover,
with bonds to other people,
but the more bonds I make,
the more bigger it becomes,
consume all my sanity,
leaving me weak without hope,
now I'm just hanging on the edge,
with a thin thread called pray
to a divine entity I believe,
so I can free from all of these,
pain, anger and confusion,
no matter where I am,
no matter whom am I with,
Somehow deep in that place
I always felt this way,
I was alone...
I am alone...
and I'll be alone...
So strugle I must be,
but I dont have anything to trade for,
I don't have freedom like others,
my soul belongs to God,
my body belongs to my parents,
my will belongs to people around me,
trapped in this emptiness...
and now I'm still in that place,
still in here...