Unneeded life.
I know how you feel,
When you are alone
And time doesn’t heal,
Your sadness at all.
You are just trapped,
In the circle of life,
You are kidnapped
By your feelings and knife,
It seems to be thing,
Which can help you out.
And you think,
That the certain amount
Of drugs which are strong,
Will save you from living,
Which was supposed to be long
And your life, you will give it
To heaven or hell,
It doesn’t matter.
It’s the end, rang the bell,
You grabbed the ladder.
You are running up,
Towards your death.
You drank the cup
Of sadness and nothing is left.
The window is open,
You can feel the breeze.
Your memories are broken,
They are bending your knees.
Just one step more
And you will be…
What is it for?
It’s to be free.
Now you have done It,
There’s no way back.
You can’t feel your feet,
Only life behind your back.
Now, at this moment
During your flight.
After this last movement,
You remembered this light
Of your happiness,
Which still was alive,
That because of stress,
You traded your life.
You want to live,
But now it’s too late,
You won’t survive,
There is no more hate.
You just want to…
I heard this noise
When you were sure that you were alone
And that quiet voice
Of your leaving soul.
Now you are dead,
There is nothing to do.
Green grass is red
And never before,
Your soul was so disappointed.
What was it for?