IRC-Galleria

"We have touched for the last time.
You are long gone, in love with someone else.
I now fear nothing but life itself.
And I have learned that living is just a slow way to die.
I do not believe in life or in love anymore.
The joy I feel are the joys of emptiness.
I hate myself for loving you.
The fear I feel night after night has developed into a disease.
No-one can see the emptiness in my eyes.
To escape life itself now seems the only solution.
With relief I look foward of letting go of the pain.
Finally... there is peace in my soul.
To lie dead without a concern, without a tear.
You own my heart.
And life without you is so immensly painful.
Just to think of you, talk about you, dream of you makes tears stream down
my face.
I cannot imagine happiness without your beautiful smile, your angelic face,
your wonderful body and your good heart.
You are everything, I am nothing.
I want to die.
But really... I am already dead."