Μη μου τους κυκλους ταρασσε

Times like these I feel useless. When all is about three letters I feel like no one, non-important, not even necessary. Because I don't seem to be able to heal nothing at all.
I'm right behind you. And every time you stop, I stop with you. And I just stand there waiting for your cry, a scream, something...anything. But your silence, as always, keeps me alert.