a tattoo that scars your skin is nothing compared to the tattoo made within
deep in your soul there's a tattoo of your love
and in mine lays an open wound

taken aback
don't let them see
don't let them know

again and again
they're all the same
and you're always the same
so nothing good will come

I am filled with scars that never got to feel the wounds
Have I lived enough?
Have my body and mind felt the earthly pleasures and pains?
What is to live enough?

I am a shadow of myself
wandering through life like if it was a forgotten movie
deff and made in black and white
with sudden and rare flashes of colour

Have you mistaken me for someone else?
You probably did.

Being ethical and having principles doesn't give any fruits in this life and this world, but in the long-term it amounts to what defines you and is fruitful for your conscience as you know you've been faithful to what you believe in and no one can take that away from you.

solitude is the temple where I grow 
and loneliness is the guillotine where my life flashes back

Another death of me and they kill me

Being completely destroyed weighs inside like shattered steel that cuts constantly.
The only thing positive about having a depression is that it takes the stress and the stiffness of the body when under pressure.