tears keep flowing sometimes
and i wipe them all the time
but this time
won’t wipe my own tears this time
will let them flow in their own
flow, oh so slow sometimes
so low
won’t resist my own pain this time
cause my heart is tired of it all the time
how long can you resist to the flow
of a river of sadness, fueled by loneliness?

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

we were connected to each other
even if it was for a few years
it felt like a forever
before it went away.

we were connected to each other
with a rope that was
made of our happiness, strength, youth
everything that was shared together

what a shame that we all thought
that rope was unbreakable
like our happiness, strength and youth
everything that was shared completely faded away.

I see all the poems in your eyes

Lying there, alle, ganz

Es ist sehr einfach, zu sehen

When you‘re here with me

tears, flowing again
fueled by almost
almost everything again
i try to see further, but
the only thing i gain
is pain again.

20 won't be hard, they said
shouldn't have believed them
when they
got everything ruined and bad

same things were said again and again
when i was way younger and naive
younger, i mean
when the world was young like me

not the current sink that we're both in
my generation takes all the pain
thinking about how we've almost seen everything
saying this, and at the same time can already feel
the taste of my words in my brain.

Re: Stacks playing  in my right ear
I can hear the rain in the left one
My hometown's soil is waiting for me
With the arms wide open

I can hear it, speaking
Saying "Come, come, whoever you are."
Pearls of the wisdom of my culture
I finally found my warm, familiar shelter.