When I Was 16, I Killed Myself - Empty Handed

I don’t laugh anymore.

When I was 16, I killed myself.

«Choose life, choose a family» and I whispered no.

I remember your shaking voice when I let you down, but did you see the tears I

shed when you took another sip.

You had the look in your eyes that said it all, but believe me when I say I

used to love my life.

But you took that from me and I keep dreaming…

I keep wishing.

I always wondered how it would be without you by my side.

I drank the last coffee and wrote it down: My whole life, the bitter taste of

all the memories when you touched my hands.

Swallowed down, forgotten.

but I will never forgive.

I light a cigarette and think of all my favorite scenes just to forget the

sound of your voice.

I take a deep breath trying to feel it inside my hands.

Nothing but a memory fading into the atmosphere.

Now I am on my own.

I am finally free.

I am who I used to be.

No more thoughts holding me back.

I won over you.

No more regrets keeping me down.

I lost everything.

Expectations kept me awake and I woke up every night.

When the first tear dropped, I knew I couldn’t change a thing.

My dreams seemed endless but I left life for a better place.

I am disenchanted.

We are all the same.

nothing changes.

No one cares.

We are all the same.

If life scares you to death, you and me: we feel the same.

We feel the same.