Ups & Downs.

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The clock started ticking,
The pendulum is
dancing on my nerves.

My overthinking is on the edge,
I whisper to me, myself and i
I should go writing now.

Because the clock is still getting
on my nerves.
The emptiness already joined me by now.

So i started writing,
about nothing and everything.
About how i feel, or probably just trying to get a closer idea.

I wish i was good at
choosing people
like i choose words.

The same thoughts visited me
i have no one.
And that nobody cares for me
And that i am no one.
The demons were knocking the door,
Like every single lonely night.
It's their good timing.

So i kept writing.
Cause it is my only escape from those
hallucinogenic thoughts.

So the party in my mind
Will end earlier today
And let me sleep.
So the sillhouette i'm imagining
Will come to me, as the real you.

And i kept writing
Because that's the only thing that listens,
Listens and understands.

The only thing that saved me in a way that nobody ever could.