You are creating an identity
But is that you?
You are making a fool of yourself
By dying too.

You don't know who you are
Because you think that you are someone,
Hence your life will exist
Until it will not anymore.

In this, what sense and meaning
Do you understand?
Tell me. I would love to know.
Since I learned there is none
Long time ago.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your mind?
Because then you are
Nothing but a concept.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your body?
Because then you are
Nothing but some sand.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your soul?
Because then you are
Nothing but a belief.

Today is pain
If today comes after yesterday.

Today is imperfection
If today comes before tomorrow.

What illusion of time are you stuck in?

I do not need much in this world
Because the world has already given me everything.

Do not take people seriously.
Not when things are good
But even more so when
Things are bad;
Because people are uncertainties
And, so are you.

Do not take people seriously.
Not when things are bad
But even more so when
Things are good;
Because your life will be deceived
And, so will be you.

It makes me feel alive
When I want to die,
And reminds me why
I haven't done it yet.

Hold on to your reason
For, when your life gets ruined
And nothing remains,
It is all you have.

A: "I'm still happy as I've always been
Still reaching further than my dream
You’re nowhere to be found, yet still unfair
But I am happy; and my life will rest."

B: "I’m still crying myself to sleep
Still too afraid to take the leap
You see me, yet you still don’t care
But I am crying; and my life is dead."

Do you think there is a difference
between A and B?

What do you feel when I hold your hands and look deeply into your eyes?
Is that love?

What do you feel when I kiss your lips and gently wrap my tongue around yours?
Is that love?

What do you feel when you let go of your fears in the heat of the night?
Is that love?

Pain, pain, go away,
Wish you hadn't come today
But I'll miss you tomorrow,
Drown alone in sorrow.
Loved the good and loved bad
Now non' to do and I feel sad.
Pain, pain, don't leave me,
At least in my sleep I have thee.

When I'll cry my soul away
When I'll lose my life to pain
When I won't have minds to keep me sane
Will you guide me with your cane?

No. You will only tell me I didn't hurt enough.

We're home now.
But home is nowhere to be found.

Have you ever hated someone so bad
That it made you want to end yourself?
Not because you felt bad about it..
But because the anger was suffocating-

So suffocating that you could not breathe
And did not want to live
Knowing you had to feel that again.

Anger can **** but it is mostly poisonous.

I don't know when I'll be good enough
For you or for myself.
I wish I wasn't scared of light
To tell you we can die.
We can't fly today - you know that too
Wishing not for something new.
I still don't get how you can live
Knowing you can't die.

I died today...
and it felt real.
Nothing's left now
all came clear.
Day by day
we try to show
we're still alive but
...we both know.
Both know how
the past is endless.
Both remember
life is reckless.
and dreams?..
They all go shades,
black to white, are
same old gates
that keep us far
from one another.
Since the fall
we can't recover.
Those dreams...we ****
them one by one.
The more we dream,
the more are gone.
Everyday the
same you dying.
Everyday we
fake our trying.
See, it's useless,
just give up;
it's overdue
what you called "luck".

If you had said you'll leave before me
I wouldn't have believed you.
The tears I shed
And cries I laid
Are proof to show you how I felt..
But you never see them,
So you'll never know
There's someone out there
Who still loves you..

I am an emotion,
I live until I die.
My ways mean life
Or death sometimes.
I am a new hope
When I am not an apocalypse.
Today -
I am love in it's purest form
Tomorrow -
The agony in the depths of hell.
I mean nothing
As without me nothing would mean a thing.
I am
And I always am until I die.

As you’re standing there on edge -
the edge of this world -
You can’t see more than a ledge
And feel nothing new.
You’ve been caught up in your head
so long, you became your own perception;
Caught up in your world,
You miss the world itself.

Oh dear long lost friend,
what have we become?
The things you’re doing to yourself
Are only making me numb.
I’ve been trying, and still am,
to help you see this through,
Until you’ll live to understand that
you don’t need to suffer anymore.

You will be born each day
And you will die at least
three times the same day.
Your mind will be trialed
and your soul, much more.
Everything that you will remember
you will forget,
And everything that you will know,
will not matter anymore;
Not because you died already,
but because it never
mattered.

Your cry will die also
and will be born again.
Nothing new you will live,
your life will repeat itself – the same day:
you will die at least
three times.

And every night – the same thought,
You, as everyone else,
all together:
Is there any point in living
if we die at least
three times
each day?

In my desperate attempt to gain it,
I have lost everything.
It took me so much time to realize
That the future in my head is an illusion.
It took me so much pain and dread to now,
Let them all consume me.

The past and future do not matter,
Nothing does as you would think.
You suffer so much for what does not exist.
Abandonment is your salvation here,
When you have been hoping, always,
Only for a minute dream.