There's a hole inside me, it's getting bigger and bigger every day. I try to fix it, try to fill it out with anything that comes to my mind. But it's impossible. There's nothing in this world that could remove it, that could make me feel better. Instead I'm feeling worse and worse every day and I have absolutely no idea how I can make it stop.
I don't wanna wake up anymore, 'cause anyway I would lay in bed all day, wondering why I'm still alive, when it feels like I'm dead. Maybe one day it'll be better, maybe suddenly there'll be something slowly filling the hole. Maybe it's only a matter of time. Maybe I'm exaggerating, maybe there's no reason to worry.
But all these thoughts are thought only a second and then already forgotten. There's only one thought that just can't go out of my head and has stayed there for so long that I can't remember:
What if not?
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2018 (2)
PoetryTexte, die 2018 entstehen. Dies ist der 2. Teil (19.07.18 - 31.12.18). Der 1. Teil heißt ebenfalls „2018".
