Handle Me

I have no hunger to die.

I don't want to die.

I don't desire death.

Truth be told I'm afraid of dying.

I'm afraid of the emptiness.

Of everything that has an end.

Of the eternity.

You know nothing of hell

I've anxiety in every season. My anxiety neither favor or discriminate. Snow, sunshine, rain or dry weather, it strikes in full force the second I think I'm safe.

I don't want to die... I just dont want to live

Who do you call when you don't have the strenght to live anymore?
Who do you call when you don't want do live anymore?

You're the needle when I don't need pain

I need you just to breath.

waking empty. seldom sleeping

like beeing broken and getting sewn back together

but everything ends up at the wrong place

it hurts everywhere but there's nothing you can do about it

cause it's been too long and everything has sort of gotten stuck

so you try and live with it

it hurts more and more every day

and you wish that you could just tear that fucking heart out and push it pack in where it belongs

but ofcourse that's impossible

so you try and live with it anyway

eventhough you don't want to

If the lies don't touch you the truth will

I mean everybody bleeds, though differently.

And then there are those who bleed constantly and that's so damn sad.

I'll always wait for you