you shared a secret with me
i had to promise to keep it
the secret is a seed
set into my mind
hey friends, it´s been a long time and i have great news for you: the debut album of my friend J…
that´s what muses do
they make you weak and strong
they make you paint, write music, write poems
they are necessary
great art doesn´t come from nothing
what do you feel when you see this painting, hear this song very loud?
when you´re at a concert and the sound of the drums rips your lungs apart?
what inspires you?
color splash…or morbid art…call it what you want. this is the first finished piece of this current art outbreak
i´m drowning, i´m choking, i am bound
blame me, yell at me, yes, c´mon…i can take it all…you´ll not see me breaking,because i´ll be gone by then
alone…a mount everest of problems, just for me…to climb and fall down again…
less than nothing, blame me for failing, go on…yes…sure. my fault…fuck you
and my artist friend says i´m makibng morbid art…whatelse is left for me to do? i scream from the top of my lungs, i cry and the result?
it´s not like i didn´t verbalize these thoughts to the person it belongs to…i did…often…but got no results…that´s depressing…
on the surface it all looks ok…but i feel so alone…noone cares
wondering why i´m here, what is this for? i wanna feel happyness, real happyness…what is that?
so i keep mourning to my twitter, kind of amusing that the only reply i get is a fav of my “i feel like shit” tweet …wondering…
and when i tell people how bad i feel,they say:oh ,i can´t give you money.
i don´t want your fucking money, i just want someone to listen to me
someone who understands…but i´m afraid this person is not born yet…
i feel like shit
sex is a good antidepressant, if you do it with someone who doesn´t depress you..
go, care for everything except me…i told you i can´t handle this alone,i asked for your help.you didn´t help me,and now you blame me???