My eyes are twinkling,
a tear is coming down.
My smile is shrinking,
drops falling on the ground.
My head is spinning,
thoughts tumbling around.
Fear is winning,
no happiness I have found.
I’m hoping and begging,
wishing for a better life.
Minute after minute,
hour after hour is fading,
all I have left is myself and a knive.
Why am I still waiting?
I have seen no progress before.
My patience is killing,
I decide to finally close the door.
Red blood is streaming,
I feel a warm rush thruh my vanes.
Since times I begin dreaming,
I’m flying along with planes.
A warm and happy feeling,
everything clears up in my head.
Last time I look al the seiling
and than at last slowly comes in… death.
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