aint it right?

who gave some1 this right to give me life

Struggling at every step

gaining pain to feel alive

striving to take air in,

why some 1 gave me this life?

 

I'm no happy no more,

and i hate to be so

can’t a sad 1 be alive?

why every 1 keeps yelling,

forcing me to buy a life?

 

its better to be dead than to be dying

its better to be SAD than to be alive

why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?

why this world gives me reason to be free?

and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.

until the reason to try,

is to keep trying until I Die

who gave some1 this right to give me life

when I don't want to be alive?

searching

This morning full of mist
Leaves me confused
To enjoy it, or to be sad
Or to dance to the natures tune
still in my heart lonely as a dune

Searching places again and again
For the final point
Where all hardships end
Where in my final form I descend
Change my form to sand
Amongst all to make my stand

Or just to unite every grain
Maybe mist is a good omen
Start of a good day
But I need to find a place
Just warm enough
Where forever I’ll stay