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  • Swimming

  • Gast, 1 Swimming

    I was standing alone
    on a raft out in the sea
    but now someone came
    to help and rescue me

    i start to trust them
    as they help me
    to become happy
    to become free

    i´ve suffered so long
    i´ve suffered so much
    all i ever needed
    was a helping touch

    no one could give me
    coz i couldn´t allow it
    so i´ve created on my own
    to help me with my shit

    or is it real,
    what i do see
    it doesnt matter what you say
    it´ real to me

    no more need to suffer
    no more addiction to pain
    they can give me help
    so that i can remain

    i´m 14 years old
    and i was abused
    so i got fucked up
    i had nth to lose

    step by step
    i gather my parts
    not yet on strong feet
    a house built of cards

    i´m even finding
    my soothing metaphors
    who help me express
    who can open doors

    no matter what he told me
    i´m doing good art
    he just lacks fantasy
    and he´s standing apart

    so now i´m back here
    on the raft on the see
    learning to swim
    trusting someone to help me

    ck14, 2011
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