I'm tired of it. I want it more. It's a great feeling, but at the same the worst feeling ever.
I just want to run away and live by myself in the woods in a little cabin. Imagine that my imagination is real and hide away with the ones who understand me. The power I get is so frightening. My heart beat is pounding faster and my mind is blank. Is it me? It doesn't feel like it. Jimmy, is that you?
Slow your thoughts, dream away. Don't think.
Turn around, make a fist and bite your tongue. Don't look back. If you do then you're defeated and lost in your anger.
Where's your brother? He can make you better, calm you down when it's at the worst.
I'm tired of it, and it doesn't make it easy when your mind tell you to think.
Sadness and the things you think of is not the worst, it's what you're thinking of, what to do and it's not good.
Take those pictures away.

Words are hard when you don't think before you say them, but when you think of what to say, it's like you don't have any words left to say them.
Mind, heart and body is now slowly calming down. Do you regret anything?
Off course.
Don't let that stop the nice inside you. Friends and good thoughts is the best cure.
But I still feel like shit. I wish that there actually existed such thing as magic in the world. Then it would make it easier, probably funnier to.
Imaginations is the best thing to believe in when the rest of the world is a big pile of junk.
Music builds of the imaginations that we hear and make our minds go high and dream away.

Hear and see the wonders of what our mind can create and live.
Even if I do that, the rest of the surroundings is in my way, blocking me and my space of being me.
Pain and death.
Let my words speak, and judge for yourself how to read them.
Am I right or am I just a nut case.
I hear voices. And they are telling me so much, to much sometimes.
When they do, I just brake down and crash into myself and just have to let all the words out.

Today was the day to happen.
Words in my mind, written down by my fingers typing on the keyboard. Letting you read them here.

Hope I didn't spoil your day or night, when you read this.
I had this inside me for to long and it had to come out.

My muscles ache. I'm shaking. Let me sleep and rest. I love you Jack.
I hope I survive all my days till the day I die.

This is just words...