my toughts

back to the start

I just read a poem,
Lowered my self esteem.
I dont know why,
But every time i get hurt,
I start to cry,
And feel the dirt,
That was once my art.

I know it doesnt make any sense,
But i got no deffense.
I need to write it down,
Till i have no time, at dawn.

I felt the pain once.
I felt it twice.
It hit me right in the face.
But it feels so nice.

The light is back.
Like a maniac.
The dark is gone.
I feel alone.

As in the first place,
I am chased
By the happyness,
By the painless.