for the longest
my only friend been my brain
and it promised
not to gossip
but now the news have been passed on
sitting in solace
i know its alright
because i ***** all these thoughts around
no one but me and him
will hear them though
because i closed the gates
voluntarily
ignorance is bliss
i placed the bars myself
wouldn't let anyone near me
but the hate still palpable

who am i?
i don‘t even know myself
alone with my demons
how should they even know?
nobody is knocking on the door
there are worse things
than being alone
though the feeling
is known

my life’s a painting
not yet finished
but the outcome is clear
dark tones mixed with light ones
the light triumphs the dark
so it seems
a glimmer of hope
eaten alive from the overwhelming darkness that may be called life
the light gives hope
which is then demolished immediately
thinking it won the fight
but the war goes on
the more paint used
the darker it gets
only the painter and i
understand the meaning of it

the depressing colors
of everyday life
are more present
than the happy ones
but they shine brighter with the sun
theres always a window or a door out
but
even the weakest light beats the darkest tone

humans will always find a way to make their problems seem bigger than they actually are

one does not need intelligence to be loving and compassionate

intelligence and knowledge are not every- and anything in this world

stuck in-between not caring at all and caring for the wrong things