it's killing me
inside
and out
but
makes me
strong
somehow

virus
in the town
me & you
cuddle
in the house

cold water in a shower
hot chocolate getting cold
favourite clothes getting old
movies without the ending I want
ice cream falling in the floor
people having fun when I'm at my worst

At first,
I thought of life as a torture.
I was thinking,
        ''why I have to deal with this?''
   and
        ''how I'm going to fix that?''

The truth is life is fun
        -but how can you find the fun part if you're complaining about
        everything?-
and it's about this fun that we 're all feeling this unbearable pain.

We are suffering in the name of hope
       -People hope for growth
       for money
       for recognition
       for success
       for love-
nobody cares to give love.
   All we do is take (!)

Life is given as a gift
and what we do as in return?
We only care about ourselves
and not even in a good way.
       - We don't truly love ourselves;
       if we did,
       we wouldn't crave for self-confirming -

Eventually,
I found out that
I don't have time for sadness,
I don't have seconds to hate.
So,
talking about life,
I talk about happiness,
I talk about peace,
I talk about forgiveness,
I talk about silence,
I speak of love.

I'm sharing a house with her;
She's the moodiest person I know

She drinks her coffee without sugar
in the cold days,
and with sugar in the sunny days.
She calls it way of living;
      I call it lost of interest

She sleeps all day
to drive her demons away
     -I think
      she's creating more-
and if not,
she cries over a crack in the wall

Melancholy should be her second name
      -she annoys every cell in me
        I'm not even trying to explain-
so much sadness in a face
she destroyed the colours of our furniture  
in the very first day

I think of driving her off the house
but then,
  an abandoned house
is the most miserable thing
I can think about

Haven't seen you for a while
                come and visit asap
         I'm cold
                I miss you

I put you first
when you deserved to be lost,
I've gave my all
and you didn't care at all,
I've been so discomfort
about everything,
everything else but you.
Suddenly I saw your lies,
I'm terrified.
Do you want to hold my heart?
Guess it was all just for fun.
It was too good to be true
and I'm left with feelings for you,
I don't know what to do.
Guess I'll cover everything,
I'll cover you,
I'll cover me,
even though
you liked me cover free.
At least you taught me how to fake it.
I'll camouflage my feelings
Like you masked your fakeness.

At first I thought about the body.
Beautiful but cold.
Is it grey or black? Or is it yellow?
I don't know.

So I thought about the hair.
Pretty and a trap.
Might be long or short,
Or purple with red dots.

I thought about the eyes.
Loud and critically.
That's all I've got.

I'm thinking about souls.
I have no words.
I wish of freedom
But all I see are ghosts

So what's there to love?
Maybe nothing
maybe all of this
and more.
I don't know
But honestly,
neither do your thoughts.

Μπλέ του πλοιου, μπλέ του αεροπλάνου
Και τα δύο θάνατος
Και τα δύο ταξίδι
Και στα δύο πνιγμός
Σπαραχτικός λιγμός
Τελευταία ανάσα
Τελευταία σταγόνα ουρανού
Ατέρμοτο γαλάζιο
Νερό και αέρας
Στοιχεία ατέριαστα
Στοιχεία τελευταίου ασπασμού.

we are each others favourites;
no one talks first
no one talks last
but somehow
somewhere in the middle
we find each other;
maybe that's fine

all this study
for something I never loved
            -in a world full of judge-
for an exam I'll never pass
and even if I did,
life wouldn't care a bit

to fall in love again
to forgive
to trust
to not care.
I tried to try

I failed

how unlucky
Some people's cells are made of life
but they're not blessed to live
And some of us,
are forced to talk and smile
and shine and walk
and appear
-I want to disappear-
and dance and pretend
and again
and again
and-

All we want to do is fly
or die
It's pretty much the same thing
How unfair

I wanted to be a psychologist
now I'm discovering biology.

I used to love doing athletics
now I'm lying down in my bed
eating chocolate bars and crying for the mess.

I loved reading books
now my library is full of dust.

My grades used to be perfect
but if you look at them right now
you won't even find an A.

I don't know who I'm trying to impress
I don't know who I'm trying to fool
I'm not myself anymore.

In depth, there lays a question:
     did you live or compromise?