to live is to love the pain
if you life consists only of pain,
lonelyness and fear
and you ask yourself what reasons are there for
why trying to be beautiful, why crying tears about lost loves, does love really exists?
when nothing ever changes, you try to fight for something beautiful and good and lose again and again
only waiting for someone to change your mind,
to give you sense and reason, or are you blind
are we adiccted to life, because we know so less about the death,
or are we all just lovers of pain?
Do we all searching for somebody who saves us from
ourself, who heals the wounds of our souls and who drowns our scars.
If love and hope are only illusions, where is the sense in life?