When I Was 16, I Killed Myself

I don’t laugh anymore.
When I was 16, I killed myself. «Choose life, choose a family» and I whispered no.
I remember your shaking voice when I let you down, but did you see the tears I
shed when you took another sip.
You had the look in your eyes that said it all, but believe me when I say I
used to love my life.
But you took that from me and I keep dreaming…
I keep wishing.
I always wondered how it would be without you by my side.
I drank the last coffee and wrote it down: My whole life, the bitter taste of
all the memories when you touched my hands.
Swallowed down, forgotten.
but I will never forgive.
I light a cigarette and think of all my favorite scenes just to forget the
sound of your voice.
I take a deep breath trying to feel it inside my hands.
Nothing but a memory fading into the atmosphere.
Now I am on my own.
I am finally free.
I am who I used to be.
No more thoughts holding me back.
I won over you.
No more regrets keeping me down.
I lost everything.
Expectations kept me awake and I woke up every night.
When the first tear dropped, I knew I couldn’t change a thing.
My dreams seemed endless but I left life for a better place.
I am disenchanted.
We are all the same.
nothing changes.
No one cares.
We are all the same.
If life scares you to death, you and me: we feel the same.
We feel the same.