Rapid beating of my heart is deceiving
what I think I'm feeling.
However believing isn't knowing
what this is going to turn into in the night glowing.

I'm depressed.
My feelings are repressed.
My mind is stressed.
But I am blessed.
Because i found that depression,
can find it's solution.
And I haven't found,
but I am looking.
Right now reassurence of the end
is all I am thinking.
Everything I am.
So I won't do it.
I won't  take a gram.

Before her eyes saw the light,
she was alone in pain and fear.
She wasn't all right.
One day she said: "Enough!"
This has to stop.
Along the way she heard words that cut like a knife.
Words that were harsh, but true.
Yet they only made her stronger - they made her fight.
Thus she fought like she never did before.
There were obstacles and traps.
Still she fought until all her limbs were sore.

And she won.


Can you win too?

The colour of cherries and roses,
ladybugs under our noses,
targets, blood and stop signs.
Eeverything with red rhymes.

Piety and sobriety.
In our society.
Variety, propriety.
Our society.
Dubiety.
Society.

Notoriety.

The mystery
is history.
I solved it
and this is how it ends.

It's not gonna haunt me again.

As the wind whistles through my ears¨
I turn to the beautiful sunset.
Waiting for tomorrow.

Strange weeps keep me up.
I cannot sleep.
I tried counting sheep,
it didn't help.

"weep"

I'm getting kind of scared
I just want to be asleep.
The strange sound doesn't stop.
I move under my blanket.

"weep"

I gather all my courage.
Slowly moving to the window.
Making a thorough rummage.
I hear the wind softly blow.

Fingers separate the blinds shakily.
Eye looks out throw the crack cautiously.
The fear begins to fade away.
I can see myself living tomorrow's day.

The fuss was all for nothing.
I feel like a fool.
On the windowsill of my room,
sits a magnificent jewel.

Even though it's ***** and wet,
it's eyes, greener than Cloverleaf,
sparkle through the dark night's net.
It's a cat.

Hot sun on my skin.
Long nights drinking gin.
Laying on the grass.
Wanting to connect within.

Words are powerful,
especially yours.
They make me feel awful,
they make me feel worse,
than i ever felt.
They can bring so much joy too
and when you speak them,
I want to give the world to
only you.

Sweet death, lady of lost souls,
why wont yout take me?
Im all yours.
Take me to your palace of death.
Ill make myself at home.
Let me have my last breath
and Ill go with you alone.
I love you, dont you love me back?
Just the two of us together.
Our relashionship doesnt have a crack.
Ill go with you wherever,
Sweet lady of death.
Save me from this terror.

To get rid of this body,
tear of my arms,
to be nobody,
gauge out my eyes.
Rip my ears of
make myself bleed.
To raise above,
all that I need.
Strip my fingernails
one by one.
My terrible wails
have just begun.
Peel my skin
take a last breath in.

You're a wonderful woman,
to God I pray
that he doesn't ever
take you away.
So I squeeze you tighly
in my arms that tremble slightly
in the dark of the night
when nothing seems right.
I get agraid often
it happens nightly
that I dream of a coffin
and you lying there politely.
Pale and still. dead.
I couldn't be more thrilled
when the sunlight hits my skin.
The thought of you killed
is almost like a sin.
A sin against humanity,
sin against God,
sin against my love for you
that should never tear us apart.