It's funny,
How we have
The tendency
To look upon each other
And smother
Our feelings and emotions
Onto a designated
Ragdoll, of sorts
Who, in the aftermath
Desires to dance
To where the end
Will justify
Nothing, even
The lines
Marked throughout her arm
[Which] signify
Body and mind
At a gradual downfall

Demented thoughts
Crashing,
Like a waterfall
During the world's end
It's more than enough
To bring upon
A deluge
Of volatile insanity
That slowly grows
'Till it explodes
And bestows
Only more torture
Until the penultimate
Second, in which
Her dance ends
And she can only
Lie motionless
Breathless
With a crimson line
Marked on her neck
Longer, deeper
Giving birth to
The sadness
Coming from
That realization:
The end
Couldn't possibly justify
The actions she took
Against none other
Than
Herself

I'm Davy, an 18-year-old boy from a small town in the Netherlands. My hobbies are drawing and writing poetry. You mighy not see it, but when you take Route 66 through my eyes into my soul, you'll see a distorted world, full of chaos. I tell people I am what I am and they just have to accept it, but deep down, I know that I'm a nobody, a waste of space, just another leaf on the tree, just another drop of rain, nothing more than a piece of thin air, hoping that someone will make me feel special and loved again...

Why?
Why is it so hard?
Why is it so hard for people to just look at others without judgment?
Why is it so hard for those people to just respect others, no matter what race, religion, *** or whatever?

I'm glad I'm not part of that group, I'm glad I know how to give respect and I'm glad that I don't have to feel guilty about hurting others by calling them ugly or stupid or whatever.

I'm glad I'm part of that small group of people that actually tries to be respectful in this cruel, cold world.

Looking into the mirror, I see this 'ideal image' of myself.
I see a happy young boy without a tear-stained face, enjoying life without any worries.
Unfortunately, the real me is the complete opposite....

Looking into the mirror, I wanna grab ahold of the 'ideal me', pulling him out of it, and place myself in it, so that I can finally live life without any worries.