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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“Sie ist okay”, sagten sie und nickten sie an.
“Alles okay mit ihr”, sagten sie und tätschelten ihre Schulter.
“Sie ist nicht krank”, sagten sie und ließen sie allein.
“Sie brauchen sich keine Sorgen zu machen”, sagten sie und nickten ihnen zu.
“Sie kommt wieder auf die Höhe”, sagten sie und nahmen sie und trugen sie hinaus.
Sie sagte zu all’ dem nichts.
Ihr Mund versiegelt, die Augen geschlossen, das Herz still.

	

Break free.

My mind is full of loneliness.
I cannot stop the loneliness.
My head’s full of anger,
my heart’s full of hate.
My stomach mumbles bad things,
my hands want to break.
They want to stop the hate,
the anger and things, so bad.
They want to take my neck – and break it,
break it away from my empty head.

Bright Lights.

They’re so blinding.

All the lights,

are so bright.

Want to show you, that your life could be so much better.

But they’re just lights.

Fucking lights.

They can’t speak, they can’t catch you.

Everybody’s talking about the bright light at the end of a dark tube.

But a light can’t help you.

You & your useless soul.

Empty Books.

An empty book is nothing.

You’ve to fill it.

Fill it with you words.

Fill it with your love.

Fill it with your tears.

Fill it with your hate.

Take your heart into it.

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