Will I sleep tonight,
And be filled with inner peace
Will I sleep tonight,
And forget my fears

Will I sleep tonight,
And wake up brand new
To come and see you?

Even when I'm blue,
I sure miss you
It's all true,
I need you

Where are you...

If I close my eyes to sleep tonight,
Will you be there to hold me tight?
Will you kiss me goodnight as I lay my head, and kiss me goodmorning as I wake?

Or will you just leave and make me feel dumb,
Stupid to have done the things that I've done,
All alone, without you there
All despair, without you here

Do you really want me to come undone?

Dreamers know the depth of their dreams,
They know that to dream is to live inside the mind.
Their passions are like loud screams..
Unavoidable, but the worthy kind.
Dreamers recognise the art of hardwork,
Dreams without work are mere fantasies.
Achievement comes by work.
Work your dreams out!
No one else will.

It's painful to breathe,
It hurts to see,
My heart just bleeds,
It's a simple deed,
All I don't need...

It's all I know,
I always feel low,
I guess it show,
That I never glow...

I want to shine bright,
Reflect the light,
Of the stars in the night,
Feel so right...

I'm sitting here,
On a bench,
Contemplating my whole life,
Same place I've always been

I'm still young,
But I feel old,
So my age doesn't matter

Hurtful,
Yet beautiful
Sad,
Yet happy
Lost,
Yet found

But this isn't where I belong,
No matter what,
I live for the city,
For the late nights,
New exciting people,
Singing on a stage,
Dancing on the floor,
Smiling to the fullest,
Living for the moment...

This is the same old,
I want to feel brand new,
See beauty,
And live truly

I'm simply left on the bench...

I write because it's all that I know,
It's been my comfort all along
When I had noone else,
My pen and paper was there,
Holding my hand...

When I was young and vulnerable,
All alone and confused,
I could write down my thoughts,
And feel less darkness consumed

I found calmness in my writing,
And peace in my room
I found clearness in my mind,
As each word got dribbled down

I found love in my books,
When it was nowhere else to find
I found hope in these stories,
Because my life had no hope to find

I found nurture everywhere else,
Than where it truly should be
I seeked for guidance,
In places a child shouldn't be

I was sad and lonely,
Afraid and worried.
Naive and trustworthy,
Stupid and young.

I couldn't know...
What have I done?

She sat with smoke in her hand,
holes in her heart,
blood on her wrists,
and pain in her chest.

Noone understood,
noone tried,
noone cared,
atleast that's what she thought.

She had given up on it all,
love,
family,
friends,
life itself.

She was broken and bruised,
simply confused,
lonely she cruised,
day to night, night to day
all by herself.

"What will the future bring",
she thought for herself,
searched for answers she never found,
moved from cigarettes to the needle,
all she needed was one hit, just one hit
maybe everything would go away
It didn't go away...

One hit turned into many hits,
homeless and sick,
cold and hungry,
on the ground,
she was never found,
in time...

The girl who had given up,
soon became a body so cold,
started to rotten,
and now her body reflected how she felt all along,
she was dead, dead to the core.

The girl who had given up,
and everyone gave up on her too.

She simply crossed the border,
the border from life,
and into the grave...