I looked
Into the darkest parts
Of my soul,
And found nothing.
I heard the voice
Saying to run.
But I didn't listen.
I got the lighter,
Lit my brains,
And started to laugh.
Eaten by the fire
I stepped into the
Room of dissapontment
And depression.
No one could save me,
Nobody even tried.
It's the point
That devides your life
To "was" and "will be".
From the past to the future
There is only frustration,
Imaginary existence
Of a human being,
That
For some unknown reasons
By some unknown people
Was called life.
07.11.19
Frustration
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