Sometimes I ask myself about my life. About sence of my life. Where I can find it? Where is it? But I can't find the answers again and again.
Sometimes I deepen in the derths of my mind. But it is in vain. My mind doesn't want to soeak with me.
Sometimes I start to think, that I live for nothing. And nobody needs me. This thoughts kill me... My mind... My soul... This thoughts make my blood cold and black... I start to think, that the world is wrong and unjustless. And I dissapoint in myself. In my life. I hate my powerless. My helpness...
Sometimes I try to abstract myself from the real life's problems... But it is no the exit... This is the reason... The result of this... THe result of the wish "to be lonely"...
Sometimes I try to run away... Far away from this place. But there is not the exit... I run on the round road... Like squirell in the cage... And I always run to the graveyard... Dark, awfull graveyard... Graveyard of my EMOtions... This place is very strange... There are no tombstones and graves here, but I know, that it is a graveyard...
Sometimes i try to kill myself... But when I start doing this, my hands stop listen to me...
Sometimes I lose my heart...(устойчивое выражение- опускаются руки)
Sometimes I can't find an exit...
Sometimes I have no way to go...
And only one way I have - is to bewail my broken heart....
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