Bite me

I stopped counting tears rolling down my face in silence

while the longing to leave is growing stronger and stronger

so hopelessness is growing inside of me, fills me with doubts and anger

but it’s not 1997… we are living in a complete different world

I wished I had the courage to just pack my bags again and leave.

but there is this little tiny bit of hope that tells me to wait…

if there wasn’t any hope left in me…

Wake up and smell the coffee

somewhere over the rainbow

Fooling in cooling

I could if I wanted to.