Happy to be here

Empty without money

On a dirty bedcover

Listening to nonsense

Still happy


The small world

Is a violent place

A way to destroy

Yourself and your feeling

With the help of your

Family members

That say they love you

By beating you to death

And then blaming you

For the consequence


Friends are a strange creed

Sometimes they follow you

For life and sometimes just a

Few days on your journey

You cannot trust them

But living without them

Makes life very dull

I do not suffer that

But I do hate being

Abused by friends

But the best is to start anew

Move on

Never easy

Just as resilience is an illusion

It has to be done