I sing the songs myself,
because the ones I know make you laugh.
I'm depressed and you think it's a joke.
I've fallen apart into 2,000 pieces,
and you're having fun with them.
But I can live with depression,
just like I can live with a broken heart.
I can hold my breath, I can even drown in shit,
but I'll always be the kid that other parents envy.
The loneliness I know has created an imaginary world for me.
And only I have the keys to it.
When you look into my eyes while talking, I am absent because I am right there.
And even the tears no longer flow, because I have locked everything away in a fortress.
Even *"On the hights of despair" I do not shed tears, because what you think touches me, I do not even feel the touch.
My thoughts, my emptiness is much deeper than that.
Your imagination is winking at this.
I know that.
At my funeral I will play myself an aria,
I will bury myself,
I will perform the tragedy myself,
engrave the inscription on my tombstone with my own hands
"a lonely, tortured and finally dead poet".
But first I must find the best costume, for others are watching.
*"On the heights of despair" by Emil Cioran
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Section of Dead Times and Poets
PoetryThis small volume contains a collection of my life's wisdom, dilemmas, downfalls. All of this is related to the burden of youth, complicated human relationships, both friendship and love. In all this chaos there is some hope and solace. For more ope...
