I cried last night. Because of you, baby. It feels like falling in a deep hole. You all are standing at the edge, pointing at me and laughing.
I cried last night. Because of you, baby. It feels like being so small that nobody can see me. You all bruise me with your big feet.
I cried last night. Because of you, baby. It feels like standing in the dark. Because you took my light and blew it out.
I cried last night. Because of you baby. But then there was a man standing at the edge and giving me his hand to come out of the hole. But then there was a man helding his protecting hands over my head, so nobody would hurt me. But then there was a man handing me a lighter, so that I can make my own light whenever I want.
Now I can see again.
Now I can feel again.
Now I can be again.
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PoetryÜber Liebe. Über Schmerz. Über Freiheit. Über Ungerechtigkeit. Über Glück. Über Angst. Eine Sammlung von Texten aus meinen Gedanken.
