What do i feel for real?

Sometimes i randomly ask the stars, do i have the right path?

Sometimes i randomly ask the wind, do i use the right chain?

Sometimes i randomly ask the dew, do i feel the right feeling?

And sometimes i ask myself, which one is true? Which one?

I feel blue for trashes.

I cry for useless thing.

I try for nothing.

I break down again and again.

too scared to let go, too tired to carry on.

And in a sudden i go back to that night, the night i broke for the first time, the night i felt i was in the lowest point of my life. The memories come back. The feelings dont, but the scars remain.