I want to hurt myself

And not like cut myself.. Not in the sense that I need to feel alive. No, I feel alive, I am alive.
But I'm missing things
like peace
or feeling of satisfaction
I don't have those things
I'm not even close to where I want to be
I'm falling away from me

Ghosts

In my memories
there are strange creatures
even stranger things
Possibilities and roads I never walked before
And there is your ghost
standing next to my bed every night
Mute and dull
You fill my days with sorrow!
I loved you,
but I had to do it
I never said goodbye
Still I leave flowers for your ghost...

Where does it all begin?

The lives, the stories, the excitement...?
The fear, the terror, the hurt...?
What do I believe in?
Where are all of my dirty holes
where I hide?
oh so troubling,
so sinful
but yet pure in its own way.
So gloomy and full of decay
Is this my life?
Behind the curtains of my eyelids
where now I cry
Where does it all begin?

Good morining to nothing

Nothing to live for
nothing to look forward to
can't remember my happy days
only endless existence
no reason
no purpose
no joy
just apathy
just petty excuses so my days would pass.

Last night I was dying

But today is a new day_________
And I have things I want to do and people I want to see


Sometimes things get hazy and strange...
Turn your speakers up and listen to my last night's mood:
Rollins Band- Ghost Rider


and Helmet- Milquetoast

Grim possibilities

Tonight is peaceful
oh so almost quiet
I wait and wait for the dream to catch my eyes
But hardly
during the night
before dawn
I catch some sleep

the loneliest time in the world
I always wake up alone

do you believe in fairies

Well, you should...
One day, I'll eventually get married and it will look like this

aaand here are some tacky jokes, I obviously lack humor




ha ha ha

now if you'll excuse me I'll go and tumble down the rabbit hole