Back in the bad place
Where I don’t want to be
Sliding down towards
Being nice and pleasant
Hiding the problem and
Frustration
As much as possible
If I can stop that fall
I can do anything
I want
Back in the bad place
Where I don’t want to be
Sliding down towards
Being nice and pleasant
Hiding the problem and
Frustration
As much as possible
If I can stop that fall
I can do anything
I want
Empty broken
Restless, filled with pain and anger
The grid
is also broken
Relations, betrayal
That is the only
Thing left
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
Distant gunfire from the hill
Then the noise of silence
So many bullets
Flying away
Flying Avery
In every direction
Ricocheting on roofs, walls and trees
Losing the causality
Hitting people and things by misfortune
Lost cases, lost life’s
Empty eyes stirring out in the eternal darkness
Of afterlife
I am trying to fight
But I cannot
Lift my own
Hand
For more than
Two weeks
I have been trying
To write this letter
Saying
How important
It is for me to have
The place that I love most in this world
But I cannot write a comma
Nothing, can be put together
I have such a fear
I know I am going to lose
But still
I cannot lift a finger
To say
I want this
I need that
I have the right
My father stop calling
No one calls
I am in silence
They are silent
And I am not calling
Anymore ever
Still I have to
I know I have to
Let me go down
To the water
And relive me of my burden
Life is so short
With so little meaning
And so precious to some
But not to me
I am just breathing
Life is pain and suffering
Life is never getting through
Life is the early mornings in the
Subway¨
So gray that it could fill a lifetime
With despair
Life is the coughing in the
Next room
Realizing that you are going
To loose and get old
Life is being alone
No one will ever be on your side
That is my life experience
Life is being told “it will be fine”
Just another lie, a stupid lie
Let me be
Let me hate in peace
Leave me alone
But with enough opportunity
To manage my own
Life
Confused and very tired
Trying to fight the sleep
Looking out the window
And the day is bleak
Trying to pull myself together
Trying to do the things I don´t like
Feeling like i am being fooled
But by whom?
By them, you, me or life itself?
I do not know
The only thing that I do know
This very gray day
Is that I can learn
But only what I can accommodate
In my very tired mind
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