Poetry
A really sad series of poems I wrote years ago before my first suicide attempt, edited and translated (it may have lost some meaning through it). I don't suggest to read it it's really sad.
The puppy
The puppy in the box is alone.
He wasn't always alone there,
But all the others are long gone.
Nobody wanted to adopt him.
Maybe because he was limping,
Or maybe because he was scruffy.
So he takes a towel and put it around him
Pretending it's a diaper.
And that someone else did the diapering.
He goes to sleep so he feels less hungry.
He plays the universe a joke.
From this sleep he never awoke.
The ocean
The ocean is wide and immense.
There is in it so much strength.
One can look at it and never see
That is as an end.
One can look at it and never see.
The puppy that drown in.
Love
Love brings you happiness.
Love shines through the darkness.
Love make you heart beat so much.
One can never forget a moment as such
As the one he found love.
Cupid's arrow found home.
In a puppy's heart forever in.
No-one can stop the bleeding...