• Pieces of misfortune.
    Like a mirror shattered long ago.
    Is my heart, just sharpnels around the ground.
    Bloody pieces of heart.

    Alone, its very hard.
    Hard to seek, collect and repair.
    Impossible to heal, the broken one.
    All alone..

    If I had a... light.
    In this pitch black darkness.
    A dot in the oblivion.
    Something in a void.

    Wish I had.
    For, alone it is impossible.
    For, alone unreachabble.
    What I should do about it?

    Some say I try too much, just wait.
    It will come to you.
    But If i won't do anything, nothing comes for me.
    Like a wheel it rotates around.

    Why is love such a.. difficult thing.
    It does not just lie about in somewhere.
    I must seek it.
    Turn around every stone and stump.

    And they say I try too much.
    Which I do not try, I cannot achieve.
    Which I wont seek, I cant find.
    Like wheel.
    Like a frozen wheel, it spins.
    Crushing and grinding pieces of my heart.

    What is the point?
    If theres only misery, hate and pain?
    So why I have tortured myself as long as I have been?

    Hope.
    The sick and twisted feeling that everything will be fine.
    That the whole life cannot be like this.
    That at some point, all will turn well.

    How long has it been like this.
    I dont want to even remember it.
    But, this keeps me going on.
    Hope.