Maybe

The winds have not changed

Sometimes i think more than do

Actually, it happens more than I think.

I just want to vanish

But there stands you and the future

And it’s really hard

Letting this all go

Without a single try.

But when I want to

I feel like all doors close

Behind me

And I am alone

Not lonely

but

A l o n e.

I think I dont belong here

In this kind of world.

I was not made to do this

it’s freaking scary

And this idea frightens me

To Death.

But then I think again

That I should at least try

And this process is interminate,

Maybe someday I learn

How to be here

Or maybe someday

I am not here
anymore.