I’ve been asked when and how
Do I think I’m going to die
I told them probably in my thirties
When I have no one to talk to
I’ll be talking to myself instead
And the mirrors on the walls
Will get bored of me crying
Infront of them all time long

Insanity will take control
The sadness will **** me
The pain will be the paint on the walls
The loneliness will shatter my soul
The voices will be more and more
The darkness will spread everywhere
The thoughts will re-play the sad melody
And I’ll be back to my old habits again

I won’t be able to write anymore
No matter how much I do
The ink will fade
And the words will be meaningless and fake
No matter how much I read
The words will empty and unreal /unsafe
No words would describe how I feel in that case

The world will be lost
I will drown once more in my painful reality
That I bewildered between it and my dreams
And one more time nobody will be here to
Save me from my darkest dreams

I’ll probably have everything when I’m in that age
But two things I won’t be able to have
Love and happiness
Love will be forever in another place
Where all the people who deserve it live
Happiness will be here but hiding behind
The sadness I can’t defeat

So I will take my pills, twenty of each
Mix them with alcohol
It will be probably midnight
To see the moon shine one more time
And how the stars shine up the dark sky
Or maybe it will be 5:30 or 6:00
To see the sunrise one more time