Somebody will finally save me
I don't really know who
But it will be somebody special

All my dreams are about somebody saving me
More colourful than ever before

And I fantasise about the dream to become a reality
But it has not been the time for it yet

Love was too infectious
So I had to run
Far away
Run very far away
So I did
And then it happened
I was infected

I  could never tell whether
it was good or bad
So I lingered to it
      till the very end
      till death separated us apart
That was the only solution
                       to break it down

Don't get me wrong...
It's not terrible
It just makes me to question some situations
Whether should it be this way?
Whether should you accept this?

Yesterday I was furious and sad
So sad and so furious that
I cried myself to sleep.
I hoped when I woke up, it would be gone.

But it isn't. It is worse.
So much worse.

I can't stop thinking about it.
It's like a bathtub which is being filled by water.
You can't stop it until it's full.

The question is - what will I do when I will be full?

The pain was inevitable.
So I took it,
I accepted it,
I immersed myself in it.
The pain was inevitable
Just like death.
There is no other choice
We have to embrace it.
I am not talking about the death part!
I am talking about pain.
Just don't hide it,
Don't be embarrassed.
These are your scars,
These are your choices.
Do not run from them!
Be proud of them.