FreeIn the rush of colors, tonesI am.Small, weakFilled with hate.griefDespair.I feel the urgeto destroy somethingI want to screamBut no sound escapesI want to cryBut no tear runsI want to be freeFree ofHategriefdespairFree from life.
ScratchHer blue eyesFilled with tearsstare downOn pale armsWith red scarsHer left handcomprises a knifeShivering ...
Past Days.A blank stare of my eyes.On my arms.The scars.The memories.The trophies.From past days.
HateFull of Hate.She stands there.Emptiness.Darkness.Tears run down her cheeks.Hate.
Every Day.Trapped in your own body.In your own flesh.Every day.Fight.Every day.Kicked to the ground.Every day.Up again.Every day.Fight.
Loneliness.Loneliness.Embraces my heart.Embraces me.Slowly I disappear.A life of pain.A death full of peace.Last resort.Lonely in life.Lonely in death.Loneliness.
You mean Mjölnir?
Thank you