If I could get it
if you talk in positive ways to me
or in negative ways
I could possibly understand
and write in positive
I don’t know I simply don’t know
I don’t even know what I did
to work you so up
why do I write at all
maybe I just am too stupid
for understanding…. ?
I am beyond catching up
but I’m not there…
although I followed my heart
it did not make me happy
or anyone else. ♥
I just want to write a ♥
I know that every word is just too much
but I feel you…
whereas… while only words we have
your heart can never be too much.
I may not have power
but I still have fingers
my lingery, and my realm of light
to the world.
Well. To write this is unnecessary, and yet I do it. I hate my life, and everybody knows it. Does not know my life, really almost nobody knows me, although I met hundreds and thousands of people in my life, but nobody stayed in my life so far… They only know my life is unworthy. I am not worth much, and I don’t really am a person, that should be here in this era, this world or at all to be.
To write here does not really make sense, since you can see me, so what use is my writing? I just feel so lost, so lonely and so hopeless. But you know that already….
Everything is so dark.
Somehow, I feel good. Between two moments someone looked at me, and no one will ever know, no one but we.
But the most romantic thing in the world is, to be honest, when someone can write my full name without asking again.
Finally, being irrational is just so wonderful.