søndag den 9. januar 2011

To Be

I'm so angry. I'm so tired.
I ask myself the same questions, over & over again.
And I never get any answer.
Why am I here.
The meaning of life.
Freindship & love.
What is it for?
To be happy?
Of what use?
If we all gonna die anyway..
I'm sorry, but I can't see any light.
I feel I lose anything I like, - or I'll ruin it for myself.
And for brief moments, I think my life is fine, but not for long.
The lacquer worn off.
Nothing last forever.

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