Alone again

I feel a sadness in the pit of my heart.

I feel a stabbing in the inside of my palms.

No use in hiding, but every need for fighting.

Worries are weighted, and I am hurting while escaping.

The more I advance, the more I am alone.

I hope to love, but where is communication?

I have to express, because that is the way I am make progress in love, but now I battle alone – it is found in myself.

It’s a full time job, trying not to lose my faith.

Okay, I’ve been here before.

I’ve been here before, Nietzche, save my soul…

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