Feel the urge to runaway
It’s not easy to explain
How it is to live with pain
I’m not close to being death
But still I have to catch after every single breath
My problems isn’t physical, but mental
life has never been, or will be very gentle
I try to hid it – I try to lie
I’m living, but actually all I want is to die
I’m afraid to see the facts in my eyes
The fact that happiness may never arrive
I live anger – I live in grief
Because life isn’t what I thought it would be
I often feel like giving up,
for god to turn my soul in to dust.
I only see tears and mistakes
So I keep dreaming of a better place.
But I won’t let my fear
Controle my actions, so that’s why I’m still here
Still I try to keep fighting
to find the joy of living
Try to appreciate the privileged of giving,
not just the pleasure of having.
I have so many regrets
But I try to do my absolutely fucking best
I really just hope one day
I don’t feel the such urge to runaway.
I know is doesn’t exist, there si no chance
But still I keep dreaming to live in a wonderland.
– Julie Duch Lauridsen