Nonexistent Şiiri - Yusuf Berkman

I’ve forgotten all my grievances by now,
Stuck in a Saturday that feels like Friday's hangover.
Under my eyes, the shades turn from magenta to deep purple,
Stepped out of my own mind, cleared the space;
Walked through the streets without casting a shadow,
Desolate roads, detached from everything...

On my skin, a white winter left by a toxic love,
Fears in my soul, lying in ambush...
If I reach out for love, my hands catch fire;
I know it now, I don't need a single soul!

I build an irrational dimension inside my head,
The geography is sick, and they say my mind is wretched!
My past is bare, my tomorrow is broken in half...
Turns out their presence was worthless, those who cut us deep.
Living was just a heavy sigh,
Wasting my nights for nothing at all;
One step forward, three steps back...
If only you could see me on that plane I designed!

I’m like those wallflowers growing in the cracks;
Nobody plucks me, nobody breathes me in...
The crowd sprouts all around me,
My mind mutinies against me, an endless war.
My lover fades away from my chest...
Yet everyone envies me, judging from the outside;

While hopes are running dry in my veins,
My involuntary heart gets addicted to the pain.
Time is just a guest, pulling up a chair on my balcony;
A fading, ancient smile dropping from my face...
Like I said, I don't need a single soul!

My body opens up to a cold June,
But your warmth still keeps my dreams immune...
The sun sets in full maturity, bleeding into red,
The twilight colors of your essence turn into love again.
A discouraged heart keeps pounding inside my ribs,
Deviant thoughts take me away... straight to the abyss.

Turns out... there was nothing.