It was all made by me - (his last one)

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I thought I could never let them out,
these voices, feelings,
now I'm doing it I'm proud,
or I just thought I was, I still can shout
~
Im not okey,
Anyway,
If you'd ask me if I was I would tell you that, so hey.
I couldn't describe this day.
~
Sometimes I'm more than fine
You aren't mine,
but I'm allowed to shine.
On other days you're killing me and my vine.
~
But what do I say about that all?
that moment in the mall?
those „dates" in the fall?
~
You were never the problem, the problem were my feelings
they left me bleeding
crying, screaming
                                    ~
My mind left it all to you
I'm sorry, to who?
Trying to forget that ghosts that gohsts me, that ghost who never made a booh.
                                   ~
It was all made by me
by my insecurity
There never existed a „we"

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