Notes from a Rose from the Garden of Hell

i'm stuck

I'm stuck in a fantasy

Could I stay here?

Do you have me any words for me?

Are you sorry at least?

Or should I be sorry?

I'm stuck in reality

The days are going

You're not here

I became a ghost of myself

Maybe I should say sorry.

I'm stuck in a circle

At morning I wake up

Doing things, what have not worth without you

Going back to sleep

Dreaming about our world or what could be it

I'm stuck in my bed

I didn't eat for days

I want to be in our fantasy world

The pills are rolling on the floor

And there are no last words at all.