Questions on why, why and why;
all over in this ******* mind of mine,
driving me insane.

Oh how nostalgic this feeling is,
to be able to go back to the past,
and then realising–
You’re nowhere near there.

Instead, constantly drowning
in an endless tunnel of
the unknown.
Can’t help but to feel
lost all the time.

Unfamiliar surroundings all over,
to the extend where
the strange and the sorrow,
becomes your only two friends.

It’s a dark dark place,
and the dying are only dying.
Impossibilities are endless;
Feelings are dead.

Constant pain;
Constant thoughts.
Constant fears;
Constant grieve.

When is this all going to end?