Tearing through the haze smirks a shout
A whirling run makes life a lot less complicated
What was together from the start
Has now gone away in two different ways.
Starting at the night the fears become stronger
Loneliness feels less lonely, at least one companion
The pillow doesn’t get wet, they think I have matured.
Only if people knew how bad it hurts to pretend and live.
The mossy undergrowth has decided to cover the scars
Can the light pass through the broken glasses just the same?
Tonight a few drops rain again from the sky,
Wind will blow, time starts healing once more.
Feelings cannot be seen through the eyes,
They can be painted by heart and realised.