Empty poetry;

Against a wall and the world

My soul has been captured by the piercing sadness.
Day to day I sunk more and more into this deepness full of badness. A hole so deep, you can't even see the shine through the light.
The hole is holding me down. It pushes me further and further to the lockdown.

Thoughts cross my mind, with no conclussion. Questions, but only an illusion. There is only me here.

I want to hit the walls until my hand bleeds.
I want to scream until my lungs hurt.
I want to hurt everything, that hurts me.

And I ask: why am I not perfect?

But I'm just here sitting against the wall.
Shutten up by the loud happenings behind this waterfall. Nothing feels reachable. Everything is so far away.

How much more can I endure?

How much more will I sink?

Loosing myself thinking. I might just start shrinking. You're not in charge to what is to happen.

All the emotions you've surpressed.
Sadness fills their hunger. Soon you'll be possesed.