Bad english and some feelings

There is no hope.There is no dreams.

I'm a empty box. Dark and empty.

But it is not bad at all.

The dreams was gone some time ago. Yes, that dreams. That who we really want. That dreams who we really care.They broke up, like bad glass. Gone. And with them, the hope. To any future.

There is no future.

There is nothing outside.

There is nothing tomorrow.

There is no tomorrow. Days, years, facts.

I can´t build these dreams again.
They had his time.
But I can't build any dream again.
Not now.

Everything hurts. The sunshine. The night. Since wake up to sleep again. Since my feets to my cells.

But it all is not bad.. at all.

Cause now, I'm free.
From any dream who can makes me put my feets on the floor.
From any hope who brings me down.

Free to fly.
To anywhere.
Or just to stay here.
Empty.
But free to choose.