A Fake Life

To live without an income

Is to live in the shadow

Of other people’s money

Their will and their whim

Moves you around like

A puppet

The shame is great enough

To kill you, through you

In front of a train or tram

Instead you hide

Building a fake identity

That eventually becomes

What you are

Not solving, just hiding

Because the shame

Is so great

Where to start from that?

Broken Mind

Working with difficult matters

I lost my strength

Trying to lift heavy things

With a broken arm

But a life without love

Is always hard to stand

That fills up my time and thoughts

There are no solutions,

No easy way out,

breaking up is hard

Staying is also hard,

No Healing

Realizing that

My life has

No solution

I am just

Repeating old

Patterns

I give in

And change

Direction

Once again

No more

Trying

To heal

What is

Brooken

Lost mind

Getting lost in my own thoughts

So lost that I do not know

Where I am going

Broken people, break things

She says

She did break me

I am so tired

Just want to sleep

The brain is on high alert

Just need to rest