I am the broken one,
I know I´m the one who gives advice,
The one who makes you believe in another chance,
The one who listens to your problems patiently,
But what about me?
You think I´m fine?
Well I´m not,
I´m broken.
Even more than you are,
But I like helping other people,
because I don´t want them to end like me.
But deep down I can´t handle this anymore,
My life has turned into chaos.
I listen to everybody´s problems.
Nobody listens when I speak,
It´s like I become invisible the minute I start talking about me.
Nobody realizes how sad I am,
Not even my mom,
Not even my dad.
Not even when I cry every night.

Will this ever end?
Or will I have to end it myself...

"One of Gods own prototypes"
One of his weirdest broken toys.
A very strange character,
An even stranger boy.
 
Made to help, dream, love and smile. 
Made to love for eternity and dream for miles.
Made to live and suffer along..
Always looking strong.. always, with a smile.
 
Wish I was walking on the moon..
Perhaps, the lack of gravity would take away the weight of the pain.
 
A pain that has been carried for too long,
A pain that doesn't get weaker as life goes on,
A pain that destroys your heart and weakens your brain.
That takes all your feelings and hopes away,
Until you feel nothing.. nothing, but the same old pain.
 
Ohhh moon.. Hope I get there any time soon..