I stand alone,
once more facing darkness,
I used to be happy,
now I’m depressed.

Willing to face all that I feel,
I will not hide,
I will not run,
I will not be filled with pride.

I am crying my eyes out,
got the feeling to shout,
cry out to the ears of sadness,
no more do I experience happiness.

But that is okay,
I shall not put up a fight,
even if this feeling,
wants me to go into the night.

I shall remain here,
and not let myself fail,
even if my heart,
just got scratched with a nail.

My heart will heel,
be more care full about how I feel,
about other people around,
about the people who I have found.

Not ever will I enter the game of love,
without knowing with who I’m playing with,
but to be honest I think me being happy in the future,
will remain a myth.

I screw up every time happiness comes near,
and all those scratches in my life,
just make things more severe.

Experienced to much to let me suffer this much,
a person can’t stand to get scratched all his life,
I am not surprised that some,
that some are not able to take a dive.

I just hope that I will be strong,
strong enough to even make it on the long run.