There Is Nothing Left

You know that feeling when someone tells you something and a pound of bricks get stored on your shoulders like a pounding in your heart, its not the best feeling in the world and I just don't know how to react to it should I say nothing and lie agreeing or speak up. But I'm weak I'm chasing the sun with my eyes no words left tired and weak, there's no devotion, am I waisting my time am I making a mistake. There's nothing to do but chase the sun with my eyes slow an sad with bricks and poundings. There is nothing left.