poetry

Can i live day by day?
Can I go on and not turn away?

I'm hiding from these meanless fights
My lies and sins keeping me up all night

Schratching the walls with shattered nails
Whatever I do I seem to fail

Never again I can stand tall
When I do I stumble and fall

With my face torn on the ground
I cover whats left with a cowards sound

Lying there all trasht up and and broken
Now my true self came out and it has spoken

I'm a fading fuckt up person for sure
But i'm still rich yet in material poor

I can fall and fall time after time
But i have my special persons, I will always be fine

I'm a mess, I allready know but dont you dear try to judge me.. In any ways you cant get what I have. I'm the proudest of thy mine.

Känslor kokar men jag bryr mej inte. Har som börjat ignorera dom, kan inte göra något åt dom så dom får egga ut.
Nu ska jag sova så jag får lite sömn..

Natti