tisdag 3 december 2013


These stiches can hold me togheter anymore.
Slowly,
Everything I knew died.
And the hope of being okay,
Withered away.

Voices so cold,
Rips apart the little of sanity I have.
And If I close my eyes,
Im not sure I will be able to open them again.

panic.
No time to breath,
No time to live.
Just leave me alone.
Go away.
Come back another day.

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