Dienstag, 17. Juni 2025

Gedanken werden zum Abgrund

Eigentlich habe ich nur kurz an etwas gedacht, und eine imaginäre Diskussion geführt. Mich vorbereitet auf etwas, was passieren könnte.
Ich verstehe, dass Psychotherapie viel mit Selbsterkenntnis funktioniert. Aber manchmal brauche ich eine klare Antwort, weil ich es eben wirklich nicht weiß. Oder weil ich nach einer fachlichen Einschätzung frage.
Und dann erinnere ich mich daran, an das Gespräch. Und die Zeit dreht sich zurück und ich bin wieder in diesen Situationen, die mich so sehr belasten. So sehr, dass ich Dinge nicht mehr tun kann. Dass ich mich fühle wie ein kleiner zerbrechlichen Vogel, und fremd in meinem Körper.
Ich kauere mich zusammen. Und wünsche mir einfach nur, dass mich jemand hält. Aber da ist niemand. Niemand, der mich schützt, nur für diesen einen Moment.
Eigentlich wollte ich schlafen. Doch Tränen laufen, weil diese Situationen so schlimm waren. Weil es so schlimm ist. Weil sie mich verfolgen und blockieren. Ich fühle mich eklig in meinem Körper, und falsch, und kaputt. Ich will diese Erinnerungen nicht.
Ich brauche jemanden hier. Jemand, der zumindest jetzt kurz da ist. Aber da ist niemand. Egal wie direkt ich sage, dass ich jemanden brauche. Niemand, der meine Hand hält. Sie haben "keine Zeit". Und das Monster verätzt mich weiter.

Mittwoch, 11. Juni 2025

Father

People sing about fathers leaving, not being there at all.
But what if he stays and still isn't a safe place at all?
When your right to be loved as a kid never really existed?
When there was no one to run to when you're scared?
When they lecture you for not being nice to your blackmailing ex.
 
Piece by piece 
you proved me that
being loved needs to be earned and
respect is made
by order of birth
and by age.
Piece by piece
you proved me
that safety costs submission
and there's no one there
standing up for me.
Piece by piece
you proved me that
 falling far from the tree
comes with a price and
I can't win,
no, I can't run,
I am bound
to be not enough. 
Piece by piece 
you proved me that
fathers are made
by a birth and I
would be better done
if I just had
none.
  

Montag, 26. Mai 2025

Alien

I feel like an alien. 
I don't fit in. 
I don't get the social cues, 
and why people lie like it's nothing. 
Why am I supposed to know 
they're lying to be nice? 
And when I walk the streets people stare. 
Like I'm not supposed to be even here. 
I don't get why people ghost, 
when being honest is that easy.
Why abandoning a friend is not an issue.
My jokes don't fit,
nobody laughs.
And I say things I shouldn't,
how am I supposed to know that?
I feel like an alien.
I don't fit in.
I never was meant to,
and I guess that's it.

Montag, 19. Mai 2025

Like a moth

Like a moth drawn to a flame, a damn flame, like Ikarus flying to the sun, I burn myself on you. I can't stop it, it's a drug and poisonous, and somehow I like it. I'm gonna burn myself, that damn flame, I'm drawn to it, it's warm and magnetic. Just a step saves me from burning, but I can't stay away. After all this time I still can't stay away.
Dennis

Mittwoch, 7. Mai 2025

"I've been busy"

If someone wants to talk to you, they will.
Don't fall for that "I've been busy" nonsense.
It takes three seconds to send a text.

Mittwoch, 30. April 2025

I'm not afraid of death


I'm not afraid of death,
I'm seeking it now.
I'm not meant to live,
I'm not made for this life.
When I finally ask for help after a year
I'm left alone with it all.
Nobody really listens,
nobody wants to.
And they can't take the truth,
they ask how I am
but they don't want to know,
they act surprised I'm not ok
and don't want to hear I'm suicidal,
every day and every night.
Guess how this makes me feel,
to be expected to fight for life,
a life I can't do,
a life I can't survive.

Mittwoch, 23. April 2025

What if it wouldn't be so hard?

What if sex was good and wouldn't hurt?
What if I wouldn't be ashamed of how I look?
What if I wouldn't need validation that he like what he sees?
What if I could fully let myself go?
What if it wouldn't all be so damn hard?
I would like to feel free and whole for once.
I would like to not be a burden at this issue, too.

Montag, 21. April 2025

We fell once


Same city, same street, I remember 
but now it's like I don't even know you.
You act like you don't know my name,
do we have to be strangers?
Cause we fell in love once.
 
 It was new year's eve,
we stood on a balcony,
and you told me you want to be friends.
You don't want to risk losing me,
but when the fireworks lit up the sky
you kissed me.
You said you don't want to lose me
as a friend,
then you kissed me again.
 
We fell in love once.
You got mean and suddenly
fighting for a friend was no option,
 and it was like we never fell, once.
Felix