Geplaatst 
Dear haunted soul,
you search for solutions.
On the bottom of a beer bottle,
to problems of the heart and mind.
Oh and how I know,
it hurts like hell.
When the brain acts,
as judge, jury and executioner.
But you kind soul,
can't keep going on like this.
It's in your eyes,
somethings gotta give.
The visible exhaustion,
Drooping shoulders from another long day,
carrying to much weight.
Too many memories and tears to hold back.
Weary soul,
rest your head on my shoulder.
Hold my hand and breath,
find some peace in the chaos
It's just your mind,
playing games.
Telling you it'll never get better,
But it will my friend
Some day it wil be better.
