There are many mad ways to die
One is to walk on thin ice
In the end of the winter
Every year people drowns in the cold water
A way to die that is very avoidable
Most of those who die has not prepared
Themselves with tools like ice nails
to get out of the water
And clothes put in a plastic bag to put on
Your frozen body, They might get panic or do not
know that you have to spread your weight, crawling
Away from the hole in the thin ice
Not walking away and falling through again
The Outsider
Passion is so important
In this long boring life
Things that drives us
To fulfil, change, transform
Away from everyday life
Storms and disaster
Come and go
Passions stay and eventually
Destroys us but until then
It’s the fuel and fire
To Live Or Die
Somehow lost
Somehow gone
And
Somehow still here
A day in the middle of life
Trying to become sane
Not losing my head
Cannot solve the riddle
Being between
What I need and
What I ought to do
Life is lost only the long road
Of dying remains if I stay
Life is gained but only
Loneliness remains
Have nothing to say
This is life in a dysfunctional family
Rash
I hate this
Still I am here
Without any reason
Have to go on another
Day
Don’t know why
To Survive
Creating is surviving
Striving to grow
Out of my body
To grow out of my soul
To grow out of my brain
To outgrow my limitation
To receive
To give
To live
To die
The Survival of the Most Frustrated
Writing all the time
To get my thoughts
Together
Around me frustrated
People not able
To cope with the fact
That reality doesn’t match
The dream
I Don’t Want To Go
The end is so near
I am not ready
To end it all
Just lost the meaning
To live
Have to find a new one
I know I am not
Good enough and
That is not really
Where I want to be
Only That
I don’t want to break down
Or commit suicid
I don’t want to fight
I don’t want to hate
Someone I only want
To live
My life
Have an economy
That works
Not losing
Money every day
Only thar
Nothing more
Surviving
Fear is a good thing
Keeping you alive in the winter
Makes you run and avoid danger
The fearless might be the dead one
You find them frozen to death
In the morning
Looking like they are still alive
With open eyes
Getting By
Feeling like an
Ordinary conman
Just trying to get by
Without being
To hurt
Unable to achieve anything
No success, no money
Just a lot of angry people
Trying to put me down