It's grown terribly late

No one is anywhere around, yet I must live.
The medicine I need to stay alive has run out, yet I must live.
When such times come in life, do people still live? Can they live at all?
Look at me. Not at my wounds, not at my broken, battered form…
Look straight at me. You'll see that people live this way too, live with bright smiles even.

Today I think, if I could suddenly enter my own mind and return to old times
to tell that little me a few things, I would say…
If you truly want to live,
then hold the hand of someone who will never let you go.
Keep yourself with something you can hold onto to survive.
If you want to live, a person needs nothing more than this at day's end.
Find at least one reason to come home.
Find someone who could even die for you.
If you want to live, a person needs nothing more than this at day's end.
This is called love. Everything else is masks or pretense.

When someone lies to themselves and keeps lying day after day,
they can never speak the truth again.
Rather than building the wrong relationship with someone,
mend that very relationship that broke through your mistake.
This isn't shamelessness, this is surely justice to yourself.

Today it's gotten too late.
Today I've grown too old.
Today this time is only hard times.
Today life's meaning is only adjusting, accepting everything in resignation.