Why live your life worried about public opinion?
You have your own opinions...
What does the bottom feel like?
It feels like a shoe or tyre...
The Germans say: Warum nicht?
Why not...
We are slaves to money.
Why can't we wake up to think about only...
Rumours do not scare me.
When I know somthing is false...
Depression is waking up every morning,
Going to your workplace to chat and laugh...
An itch can only be scratch deep,
Until it becomes a tugging phantom...
I find that there's a reason,
For everything to be...
The nights are often the darkest...
Leaving me with questions...
Oh!
Darkest of night...
To feel so hollow,
Yet...
Disclaimer:
Please do not read this, if you get easily...