There's an end to every storm.

You always reminded me of a summer day, A light breeze touching softly everything it passes. Laughter of children filling our ears until the darkness settles down. The sound of happiness, The melody of pure life. A day to remember, Memories kept in our hearts. You always reminded me of a summer day.

A torn heart in between burning bridges.  Harboring the deepest despair, Trapped between what is yet to come and what is supposed  to be. Standing at the edge of broken promises and a path full of unknowns.

To the outside I'm this cheerful girl On the inside I'm broken to a million pieces. I look happy all the time, being nice to everyone,  still a bit shy though.  I'm the girl next door. Well at least I seem to be. I'm smiley and friendly.  But no one sees the insecure me. The me that's fighting every minute of the day to accept herself and tries not to cry because she's ashamed of herself. No one sees the me that needs to be saved.  Because I'm the girl that cares about everyone. That will always help and be nice to you no matter what.  But when I go home I'm alone. No one's available who cares for me.  I'm the girl with the broken smile who will try everything to make you feel better. Because I know how it is to feel worthless. I know how it is to be on the bottom, fearing to look up to the stars. 

Everyone could see all these colors, the beautiful pictures, the melodies. They were able to see magic. While I was trying to convince myself that in all the darkness the shadows contained some beauty too. 

How would you know that I'm weaker than I've ever been before, when I yet seem to be so strong.  Fighting every second of my day against demons that hide inside of myself.  Loosing a bit more every step of the way. It's not easy to fight against yourself when fighting means winning and destroying yourself. Nobody knows what it feels to be so insecure that it makes you cry to even think about yourself. Constantly scared of having flaws. Constantly haunted by thoughts that someone might be thinking.  The more I try the less it's working. Every blush, every wrong word, every mistaken thing is a confirmation of my failure. Don't even look at me, it kills me a bit more. I'm scared to laugh, scared to talk .. Scared to live. What's the point in winning when your worst enemy is yourself. 

Let me go back, Back, to a place where I belong. Let me go back, Back, in the space Where I can twinkle like a star.  Being all above you Looking over you and taking care. Feel me. With every touch of a raindrop Every contact with a snowflake. Every whisper of the wind And every sun ray on your face. I'll be there be there.  Let me go. Back, back to a place Where I will be me. Because I'm not happy here Nor will i ever be. Let me go back. Back, to the moon And the stars. Let me shine bright and show you the way. But let me go to a place where I belong.   

Üsi gsichtr Gsichtr agmaut wi linwänd Niemer weiss me wär mr si Odr wi mr würklech usgseh. Mir vrstecke üs, Hei angst vor dr würklechkeit. Eifach nume wüu mr dänke Mir sige nid gnue. Mir si aui glych. Sötte stouz uf üs si. Abr anstatt desse vrstecke mr üs Hingr obszönitäte und bunter Malerei. Niemer isch me wahr. U niemer isch fausch Ächt isch künstlech, Sy mr no z'rette?