Poems are made of sadness and pain.
of heavy down pours of hate and rain,
Poems are made when world gets wide
from a pain that cuts from side to side.
Poems are made of you and i,
of broken promises and rusty smiles.
Poems are made to **** my hate,
to **** the  ***** who carries my fate.
Poems are way to shut my rage,
to scribble and cry on an empty page.
Poems are made to keep me in place,
with a smile and a crown, living with grace.

you can't hurt me,
no, you can't hurt me,
you can not hurt me,
say,why would you hurt me?
I knew it...you wouldn't hurt me,
you never thought of hurting me..
Do not hurt me.
No,no you can not hurt me.

You went away,
or your were part od dream?
I forgot your name,
i forgot your 7 kind of smiles.
i never counted those 58 steps
we took holding each others heart,
you can not hurt me.
there is nothing to hurt.
i never loved the way you were.
Or did you hurt me..?

hey jessy if you were here,
what would you say right now,
would you pat my back and stay,
until the dawn comes around?

hey jessy would you let a tear,
for all the nights i cried?
i think your story is as sad,
behind your broken smile.

in sleep i speak
language forgotten,
to the one who'll never hear,
to man once important
to the man i held so dear.

in sleep i remember
my people,
and the land from where
i come,
all the things i left unsaid,
the things i
could have done.

But i forget all when awake
it dissapears behind my eye,
all except a word Manah,
a word wich means "life".

i layed in my room on my bed,
i only wished to die in my sleep
fallen appart,i was nearly dead
cause of a promisse i didn't keep.

i couldn't eat i couldn't talk,
i was hunted by my past,
barely having stenght to walk,
i've put my all to the test.

i couldn't smile with pain in my chests,
then came fears, i became paranoid,
followed by the darkest fleshbacks,
until the gap in heart became a void.

i fell as low as person can fall,
there was only up i could go,
missed the death, had to crawl,
decided never to let myself fall so low.

it's been a year i'm alright,
i still recover,my heart needs some rest,
i know my strenght and learning to fight,
a crule deamon called ''my past''.