sometimes
i wish
that i could be
more like you
and less like me
maybe then
someone would start
loving me
the way i need
because deep
inside me
is just my dark
melancholy
which i don't
want them
to see
sometimes
i am
nothing more
than a broken
piece
let me love
somebody
so i can
heal
from pain
from life
from what i feel
when i look
at the picture
in the mirror
in front of
me
sometimes
i know
that i can't
be
a better version
the person
that is happy
i just fade
away
in dust
in wind
no trust
i sink
i drown
i think
that there
could be
some love
when i
would be
more like you
and less
like me
— a wish
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SCHWARZE ASCHE
Poetrygetrieben vom dunst der verzweiflung schrieb ich diese zeilen als ich mich im dunkel meiner gedanken verirrt hatte
