I will survive
at the end,
we all survive
or not.
smells like cigarette,
my mouth tastes like
you
I'm actually scared
everything is dark and full of smoke
I want someone to hug me
Hold me
I take
you
I dont want to eat
Stab in the back, ouch, again fuck
so many problems
so many things in my head
I think I'm going to be sick.
in my dream I saw a green field of water, birds and children singing our favorite songs.
there you and me
you were smiling, i love your smile
So I woke up
and at this moment, i had one more idea
I always have ideas hidden in the smoke and trash in my mind
one day I will write beautiful poems about it, but first I have to survive it.
