Each day feels like the last...
Wake up, get ready, take meds, go out for bus...
I don't know who I am.
Am I gay or Am I straight...
When stars-moon are high,
below the roof i slept...
Autumn wind rushes
between summer and winter...
My teacher asked me to write something happy,
I simply looked at her and said " my happy...
Send us away, we will return
Burn down the factories...
The children that nobody wanted
slept rough on the solid cobbles...
Another brick wall
bangs against my head...
Do you ever really know
the person that you love...
The black abyss of denial has ended,
as a silent sea of sorrow emerges...
Do not love me today, if you won't love me...
Why my love for you will stay each day, and grow...
I wonder if anyone notices my left hand is bruised...
I didn't go by ambulance, but my feet gracelessly...