when nobody is on my side
i feel i'm close to suicide.
the life is under cold duvet
and 4 white walls surrounding me.
and even walking out the door,
not feeling useful anymore,
i run against the hidden bar,
i feel the pain-so good so far.
the leisured post in my headphones
and solo crack caused by my bones,
this woods can see me, does not care.
i'm good-for-nothing anywhere.