You go to itEven when it hurts.You don’t like the feelingBut you grave for it.The new doesn’t attract you.Don’t you like being healthy?Don’t you like
Category: Emotional
Land of the Liveing
Life is notWhat we make it.You fake itTill it breaks you.Your acting skillsIs a tremendous fail. You belong inThe land of the living.This war you’re
Trust me.
Will you trust me?I’m over herePleading forYour trust.I am notFrom your past.Let them goDon’t you see?I will neverHurt you.Can’t you tell?Your happinessIs my happiness. We’ve
movement-poem
It cannot be stopped, What must move will move. There are things which are forced To stand still. That is not its purpose. The world
Trust me
Will you trust me?I’m over herePleading forYour trust.I am notFrom your past.Let them goDon’t you see?I will neverHurt you.Can’t you tell?Your happinessIs my happiness. We’ve
A little too much
You like what you seeBut struggle to get it.Try to make yourselfHappy by surroundingYourself by bodies.Forcing an emotion out.Or trying to block it all out.Is
