Hope

When doubt pervades the mind and
a myriad of greyed out feelings wear you
down.
Feeling queasy and alone, insecure
about all and everything.
The cold silence tends to atrophy,
yet the thoughts remain the same.
If only there were perfect solutions
right in front...
Just close your eyes and try to see,
the epiphany which is waiting to be
unveiled.
Know there's something more foreseen
for you, even though you can't believe.
Even the smallest black star can shine bright
for you.
Reflect about this fact and realize,
you're already as special as can be.

Thoughts into words

Seeking inside, within
the unbearable Darkness of my mind.
Solutions and remedies, answers
of any kind.
But the silent solitude hides
them all.
Left standing, trying to feel...
There's no use in feeling
all the things I'm feeling
there's no one here to feel
with me


(Dedicated to Grietje)

Project grey

I wanted to believe that I was special.
But in the end I'm not.
I shouldn't belong
I shouldn't believe in this world
I shouldn't exist as does my dark side...
I'm starting to understand what she must be feeling for such a long time.
The weight of the own personality which drags one down. Wanting to believe,
wanting to be loved.
Yet only solitude submerges from the shadows of the mind.
What mind can bear this burden?
This horrible mental state which destroys more nerves than any illness.
Is there a cure?