Samstag, 28. November 2020
Donnerstag, 19. November 2020
Gerüchte
Ich wünschte ihr würdet mit mir sprechen, bevor ihr Gerüchten glaubt. Ich bin nicht so schlecht, wie sie mich machen. Und auch nicht fehlerfrei.
Falsche Freunde glauben Gerüchten.
Echte Freunde glauben an dich.
Dennis + Gruppe
Dennis + Gruppe
Mittwoch, 18. November 2020
Amnesia
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
I remember the day you told me you were leaving.
I remember the tears running down your face.
And the dreams you left behind, you didn't need them.
Like every single wish we ever made.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia.
It hurts to know you're happy,
it hurts that you moved on.
If today I woke up with you right beside me,
like all of this was this just some twisted dream,
I'd hold you closer than I ever did before
and you'd never slip away.
Why don't I remember so many things,
but I remember you and all we had?
Why does it all still hurt after all this time?
Mittwoch, 11. November 2020
A letter to the girl I used to be
A letter to the girl I used to be.
Dear ******,
everytime I look into the mirror I see a face that I don't recognize. And even if I look down to my hands, they just don't look like they're mine.
After all this time I'm wondering where you've been. I haven't seen you in a very long time, and I'm afraid you left.
A long time ago, you imagined being split in two, and you created two sides to define who you are. And one of them is me. But now I'm wondering if there's anything left of you.
Sometimes, there's a picture glowing up like ember in my mind. It's a picture of you. I see your happiness as a kid. And then I see it fading. I see all the stones putting pressure on you, and how you stopped smiling. How it all became too much.
You always said how you're not coming out of this alive. Now I'm 25, and you were right. Sadly I don't remember when you started fading. Your name doesn't feel like it's mine too.
I'm scared. And I still don't know if it's better now since you're not here anymore. I don't know, if this letter should be an apology or not.
Even though you're gone and Leyla took a place, I still don't know how long she'll make it. I am sorry, that our process is so slow. And that you wonder if you ever had a place. You did. And I wish you'd still do.
Yours,
Leila
P.S.: I wonder who you've been.
P.S.: I wonder who you've been.
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