11/3-2012: Tankar om självdestruktivitet på engelska

When I am broken, I become a mess. I am not proud of it, I just do. I party hard and hope that  the next drink will wash it all away. Anyone could be my saviour, I've stopped hoping for something real.   I am broken, and I continue to break. There is nothing else to do. But now I break myself,  because for once I can control the process.   If I can't find the broken pieces, who could? Who'd be brave enough to face my demons if I never would? It would be better not to be complicated and scarred, but what if you just are? If I don't believe in any power from above, is it possible for me to find someone to love?   I'm weaker than I've ever been Always hoping for a miracle I know I'm naive but please, let me be. The world is a lot more beautiful if you believe.