Release
turmoil, pain, hell is here.
accordin to sum,
that is wot will happen,
when i go to hell.
this i dont believe,
hell is my life,

suicide is a release,
free from pain and anger.
maybe one day,
i will succeed.
maybe one day,
i will meet death in the face.

until this day comes,
i can can only persevere,
hoping and praying,
that life will stay.

Rivers of thought


my mind is like a river,
flooded with thoughts.

i am like a fisherman,
wading through.

thoughts overlap,
memories refuse hide

happiness is like a fish,
hiding beneath the surface.