week: 22/52 year: 17

one night i came home from province and went freakishly
bi polar the second i finished half my pizza.
so here it is, a compilation from that sunday night.


i don’t know i want to cry
but then it gets tiring
i stopped for a moment
then it gets sad
and then so i cry some more


as if crying will make
someone be there for


for a moment i want to
be alone and from
the second they left i
don’t want to be alone


i am used to the dark
corners of the room
not the dark room itself
there should be always
a tiny light at one corner
—like a night-light
it’s not a sign of hope
in my case
just some assurance
when no one is there,
a dim light is


i already feel alone
there’s no need to push people away
don’t make it hard for yourself
to redeem something
one day will be beyond your reach


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