Wanting something
and not receiving it
is madness

We are children always in need of our parents
We are adults not wanting to give up on our childhood

She kept me sane in all the madness

We are slaves
Constantly waiting for
Our masters to save us
We are prisonners
Unable to breath
Correctly
We are rebels
not knowing
If we want to be free
Or angry

you are enough
no matter who you are
how old are you
and how much you gain

Second chances
will make you feel better
or you’ll get destroyed forever

Imagine
life without
sacrifices
what a piece of heaven

belong to yourself
to your thoughts
to your piece of mind

I am not yours
even if sometimes
all i ever want is to be with you

Never underestimate
what happens to
people with a broken heart

Poems flew inside his head
But I could never understand them

You're the only metaphor
I'm still trying to explain

To accept what happens
As devasting as it is
Is what makes you human