Another text i wrote, it's about trust, and the way someone uses words, it's title is simply: Trust

Just a word can bring someone to tears

Whether they're tears of joy

Or tears of despair

Is our, and only our choice

A word of hate can bring someone suicide thoughts

But a word of love can push life back into you

There are simple, but also difficult words

Understanding them is only the first step to understand each other

Understanding the meaning behind the words is the second

And the way you take them in is the third

It's these steps that make, but also break bonds

But what if there are no words?

A moment of silence can make your heart beat as fast as a speeding car

But then it can also crash

Looking into your significant other's eyes can make your heart beat in joy

Unless they're crying

Then your heart will beat in sorrow

And then you realise how it's like to be hollow...

I wrote this story to share my thoughts about hypocrites, the title is: Blasphemy of hypocrites

Another day of fighting

Another hopeless moment

Here's another story that i'll be citing

For there is no point to stay

And my thoughts slowly start to sway

I have made no mistake

So what have i done wrong?

I aim to go with what i think and what i say

Like the bible said "reap what you sow"

But some people forget, that the saying is not just for show

How can people be such hypocrites?

They all know

But no one admits

Because everyone permits

Who's gonna stop a hypocrite? When they're all the same

And i feel so lame

To live on the same planet as all of them

Let's just go on with our lives and blaspheme

Although everyone has their own believes

They only turn to their gods for relieves

Because why else pray to a being

That only exists for as long someone's believing?

Eh, fuck it all

Reason to live? None at all

Giving up? Often the best choice

Everything seems an option for my suicidal voice

Kill yourself all by yourself?

Or take as many with myself?

The choice exists within yourself

Because

I'll fill my stomach with poison

I'll fill my throat with needles

I'll scar my wrist with your name

Because in your name i'll jump of a bridge

At this moment my life goes in a ridge

But that's a good sign, right?

Because if it would be flat

I'd be dead

It doesn't matter if i'm sad

I'll hang myself with a strap

Or just stab

Myself in the chest with a piece of your broken heart

Because it's no art

To break someone

But to heal them with your warmth

But

Everyday is another battle

And i'm tired of fighting

But this is war

And i don't care if i'm the last one standing

So this might be a goodbye...

Or a farewell

But it doesn't matter anyway

Because everyone's gonna die.. And that is what i foretell..