Maybe someday,
When nostalgia won’t be my only friend,
When my life won’t be solitary confinement,
My mind my cell,
My body my capturer.

Maybe that day,
When i will again feel
something other than a palette of sadness,
I will tell you i am happy.

And maybe on that day
or the first time in forever,
It won’t be a lie.
But that day is not today (i’m sorry).

Bones to ash,
ash to dust.
Crush the ones
you love the most.

Haniging from a hollow tree,
sleeping for eternity,
happy?
forgive me.

The flowers are wilted,
and so is my soul,
what once was pretty,
lingers no more.

They asked me what I want for christmas,
I told them I wish for silence,
but that is an impossible desire,
that one cannot acquire.

They looked at me confused,
they couldn't comprehend,
silence is not something
a human can command.

You can silence people,
you can silence the entire world,
but voices in your head will stay,
you will forever be their prey.