My own worst friend... My own closest enemy...
…Starvation…
Laying in the floor…
Cold, broken, confused, betrayed
When even your philosophy lies to you,
What’s left for you to believe in?
Can’t sleep
Insomniac and restless
That’s what you have become
Late, dark night and you’re turning in your sheets, repeatedly
Falling from the bed to the floor
Never trusted anyone
When you fall, you have to get up on your own
No one will take your hand, saying “Come on, get up, baby…”
And now you realize you can’t hide all your sorrow behind a naïve smile
Hypocrite. You. All those around you.
Hypocrites.
Hypocrites in a sick world.
It’s just… wrong…
Or could it be that you’re the wrong one?
Still trying to find yourself
You scream and you don’t make a sound.
Your anger penetrates silence slowly
A gunshot piercing a heart
The clock ticks along with your pulse
A bomb about to explode
Letting loneliness freeze your body, you will get nowhere
Destiny is your shadow
Future is… I don’t care…
But life. Life’s the only thing that gives you the strength to go on…
Hold on…
Alone… but it’s alright…
At least…alone…
That’s shorter than the other ones, because I was running out of ideas…
*Frankita*