I write because it's all that I know,
It's been my comfort all along
When I had noone else,
My pen and paper was there,
Holding my hand...

When I was young and vulnerable,
All alone and confused,
I could write down my thoughts,
And feel less darkness consumed

I found calmness in my writing,
And peace in my room
I found clearness in my mind,
As each word got dribbled down

I found love in my books,
When it was nowhere else to find
I found hope in these stories,
Because my life had no hope to find

I found nurture everywhere else,
Than where it truly should be
I seeked for guidance,
In places a child shouldn't be

I was sad and lonely,
Afraid and worried.
Naive and trustworthy,
Stupid and young.

I couldn't know...
What have I done?

It's painful to breathe,
It hurts to see,
My heart just bleeds,
It's a simple deed,
All I don't need...

It's all I know,
I always feel low,
I guess it show,
That I never glow...

I want to shine bright,
Reflect the light,
Of the stars in the night,
Feel so right...

How would you write about
Feeling exhausted
When it seems more appropriate
To not be writing at all?

jeg var lige ved at skrive et kærlighedsdigt om dig
men så begyndte mine forældre at skændes
og jeg elsker dem ubetinget
men please lov mig at vi ikke bliver som dem

Jeg skulle have krammet dig lidt længere i morges
Ved godt der kun er to dage til vi ses igen
men jeg måler det ikke i døgn, men i matematikmoduler;
og det løber hurtigt op
Men jeg havde en drøm om at du elskede mig
og da jeg vågnede var det virkelighed
Så jeg kan godt vente

Det blæser men vinden er ikke kold nu
Du er jo lige her hos mig
Der er noget magisk over indre by om aftenen
og der er noget magisk over dig på alle tider af døgnet
Jeg følger dig gerne i krig hvis bare du fører an
Du er min start og min slutning og alt ind i mellem
Du er mit hele og jeg ville ikke have det på nogen anden måde

We kept moving in circles
And circles—
Until we were so tired
We couldn't walk together anymore.
And so we left—You this way and I that;
Our shoes in our hands,
Our feet thoroughly bruised.

I've been praying for a sign
But I've been pretending not to see
Claiming I can't read
Yet here I am, dumbstruck on the ground
Knocked off my feet
And there is no easy way to piece your life together
All we can do is have hope
And you've always given me hope
You've always been my wistful hope