I am tired - of trying to be something I am not

All the fire - inside of me is false

I became a liar - ’cause my truth is kept behind

Of what I am required - to be, just me

Once upon a time there was someone

Whose story was known by many

And admired - even though - by a few

In a very short time everything

They thought one day be just fell apart

And their entire path drowned in misery

Resting now in their heart - death took over

Guided their existence to an aimless routine

Destroyed their dreams and deepest aspirations

Transformed their humble way of living their life

In a boastful and vain proud of nothingness

Darkness took place of its beautiful heart’s garden

Loneliness occupied its time with despair

Anger fulfilled its mind with hateful judgement

Absolute emptiness is now its rule of life

Surrounded by silence - annoyed by its content

Looking at their life - this someone is now no one, or just me

And everything all started with a broken heart - a creep...