My Whole Thought.

depression.

Can't concentrate on the positive stuff,

it's all about this creepy mood,

when I can't see a thing with those eyes, blinded by the growing

depression

and when you try to blink you stuck with a flow of brand new tears.

and it's all about the stupid materials

I cant resist.

Such depression

which makes this apathy when the " 'gonna be alright" thing comes.

In a way it seems as if I had given up so soon without searching other options.

Their apathy might lead us the wrong way,

and they keep doing it.

And again, again with those words,

which cannot describe what soul shouts,

what soul requires.

Such wills perhaps won't make the wanted attachment.

I'm searching everywhere for those little signs.

Musn't show her how frustrated I am,

every time she mentions that.

I've never been a fond of vacations,

at least I know why.

They all busy with the new hit that they don't seem to observe the coming end.

Haven't complete with my death, it's the tirdeness which takes it.

I've seen it, really tried to. Don't understand what they find in it,

don't know why I'm here.

It's just the DOUBTS.

And when this heart feels like going to stop,

I come and sit and stroke my beauty love,

and then it comes down, and I can breath.

What if he's gone?

I'm sure it's the right way,

but there are so many WORDS in order to do it the right way,

that I feel like I have some director.

Don't know why I got fond of this little creatures,

it's so beautiful,

so touching,

so wanted.

Sometimes

I feel so guilty that I can hurt myself.

I feel like this whole built-and-ready future will never be filled.

I feel like I'm about to scream and get mad at everyone,

and in these moments all I can see is your face.

When I try to catch it, it's gone.

I want to mix it but I also want to make it original,

as expected.

I wonder what they say when they hear it,

when they see it.

I see it and then feel so sick,

I've got to move. I've got to get away from them.

He's here, he's been here all this time,

I'm just so afraid not to find him.

Have to remove the thought

of the closing death.