I Hesitate, But; Just Kill Me Now.

No one understands,

Not even me...

How can I make people understand, then?

You can't.

How am I supposed to weave this complicated emptiness into words in language?

Into something that somebody understands?

Into something that I understand?

Into something that love understands?



Babbling,
Lina.

I Am Poisoning Myself

There is always fear,

A never-ending supply of it...


There are fears,

Come and go...


It's not like anyone cares.




Lina.

Dying

Burned out.

What do I do now?

What do I want?

What am I looking for?

Things have been suppressed and repressed so deep, I don't know anymore...

Dare I choose life, my life, over duty and responsibility?

Dare I choose life, even when breaking my loved ones' hearts?

Dare I even think about it?

How I hope things are simpler...




Lost,
Lina.