Sprout Of Sadness

My heart feels like it could no longer carry this weight,

it has been too much this week, day 7/8.

I’m full of sad- and loneliness,

even my brain is a mess.

Can’t stop this pain in my body,

I’m feeling used and shoddy.

I’ve got nobody to talk with,

only this book to tell my myth.

I don’t know where this sprout of sadness comes from,

but I know I want to root out this scum.

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Hero.

Everything sucks right now.

What’s wrong, what’s fucking going on?

Am depressed.

There’s no railing, where I can hold myself.

There’s no light at the end of the tunnel, which leeds me.

There’s no hand, which is holding my one while walking along the abyss.

Hero, where fucking are you?

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