This poem is dedicated to all the victims of the...
I feel the towel, touching my skin...

If we are trees,
And every leaf is a single pleasure...

Old and young and in between,
Have gathered here today...

I sit here in silence
Quietly by myself...

Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call...

Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely...

Let go.
Freak out...

I always thought,
That we were good...

If you still love me,
Please give me a sign...

One lonely girl, lost.
Lying on her bed, lost...