I guess no one will read it

So yea, I didn't finish the last text, but I don't mind.

Here is a little poem I wrote:

This is a poem about life.
But I don't think anyone'll read it.
So I guess it isn't worth a shit.
Some say it's all about getting a job.
a house, a dog and a wife.

I say life is about living,
Experience, wisdom and caring.
About the people that you hold dear.
But doubt not, that it won't always be easy.
Even if you try hard to make things work,
You will some day meet fear.


nooooooooooooooooooooooooo. that did just not turn out the way I planned it to.




Let's try again.

I am wandering around without clothes.
People might get chocked, mostly since it snows.
I am bleeding from everywhere, even from my nose.
People will not care, they must think I am grose.
Maybe I am, maybe they are right.
"Will you help me, mam? It's in the middle of the night"
But of course she won't. She will deny me shelter.
I continue my wander, the morning is soon to come.
But by then, my body will be pale and cold, and I will be numb.



Yup. That's all for tonight.. I miss someone tonight.
I relly would have wanted to call that person. Things might have gone different.
But they didn't. And so, here I am. Crying, bleeding and wanting to sleep..
But blame you I will not. For none of this is your fault. I am just in desperet need of help right now..

I wish to see you soon.