The life without hope
"The old feelings are coming back
I already feel how they run through my veins
I feel the anger
i feel the pain
The blod in my veins
feels so sick and tired
It's in my veins
I'm lost in life
I see in their faces
I try to shelter their words
But I'll get hurted anyway
And I see how they laugh
They don't know me
They can't see who I really am
But still they talk in front and in back of me
They talk like they could judge me
Do they not have any feelings?
Am I that unimportant?
To die would be much easier
Than to struggle in this life"
Man erkennt deutlich, ich scheine wieder Todessehnsucht zu haben. Ich weis nicht wieso, aber irgendwie geht es mir seit wochen immer schlechter