Confession

I can't feel myself, really can't feel shit,

My throat is dry, is my cigarette even lit?

So empty inside,

Awake all night.

I light another smoke for my loneliness,

My suffering, suffocation and unhappiness.

No energy left,

To stop breathing.

Should I really wait until I'm cracked,

Or die with my pride still attached?

 Like an itch that you can't scratch,

A pain inside, impossible to snatch.

To carry on pretending,

Until the bitter ending.

Throat so sore I just can't swallow,

Crying inside from eyes so hollow.

Save me,

Rescue me.

Seeking satisfaction in a material thing, 

Couldn't care less what people think.

Words are my escaping, digging up the dirt.

But they are too small to describe this hurt.

Hands in the air,

Surrender, don't you dare.

Life is real, but I wish it was fiction,

Finding release through a hurtful addiction.

Feeling so neglected,

Alive but disconnected.

We all have to learn and memorize the lesson,

I did, and you just read my confession.

by Kiri Rehmeier 07/10/12

Lay me down

It's over, I quit.

I'm about as lifeless as it gets

It's not like I'm worth saving anyways.

I don't belong here, I never really wanted to be here.

Why can't somebody else take my place.

Lay me down, I'm so tired.

Empty Inside, Alive and uninspired.

I'm useless, I'm done.

I've written letters to the ones

I've loved so much that it hurts to say goodbye.

I don't wanna die, I just don't don't wanna be alive.

Lay me down, I'm so tired.

Empty Inside, Alive and uninspired.

Lay me down, I'm so tired.

Empty Inside, Alive and uninspired.

Yea, I feel such a feelin' that I never knew

Something I always thought I couldn't do.

But you don't know anything

That makes me feel life

Except making you bleed five times,

In one night.

You know you deserved it.

Et sølle liv

Lille du
Der er glasskår i min seng
en skitseblok fyldt med lidende mennesker
for hver tåre indeni der falder
tænder jeg en ny cigaret
et halvtomt, et halvkoldt krus kaffe
med en smøg i min flab
står jeg midt i dødens gab

sidder i min ensomhed, min smerte og min tomhed
de ved at der er noget, men de ser dig ikke
de ved ik' hvem du er, men du vil mine vinger stikke
Hvem er jeg? Hvad er jeg? -engel, uheld, ussel
hvordan kan det være at i ser mig som en trussel?

Hvad fanden skal jeg sige når der ingen andre er?
selvmedlidenhed - hvad skal jeg dog med det?
men sprut og nikotin det skal fanme bare mixes
for farmand han har indset at det her det ik' ka' fixes.


(Denne skitse er over et år gammel)

Brighter lights in Copenhagen

A lot has happened since I last updated you guys. Yes, I got kicked out of school. My principle put me on hold for the year out, saying I could take third year over again. Like that's gonna happen. Two weeks after my big breakdown, I made a decision. A huge decision that was gonna turn my life upside down. I decided to move away from home. I moved to the opposite side of the country. I now live in a basement room below my sister and her boyfriend's apartment. I moved from the countryside to the capital. Yes, I now live in Copenhagen.
It was a big decision, but I cannot say it was a hard decision to make. I had nothing left to do in Jutland. I lost everything. The only thing that made me get up in the morning. After getting kicked out of school, I slept for days. I cried, slept, woke up, went to the bathroom, slept, woke up, cried, ate, went back to sleep.. I couldn't get myself to face the reality, so I just slept. I slept to keep away the pain.
My sister suggested that I could come and move in with her and her boyfriend. I had to think about it, cause it was a big decision in the middle of my chaotic state of mind. I did it. I moved.
When I first got here, my sister and I started looking for jobs for me. The first day I went out with job applications I was nervous. I handed over 6 applications that day. The next day I went out there again, and while handing over my 7th application I was offered a jobinterview right away. Sure I thought, and guess what - I got the job. Right then and there. I'm starting this week. I am a substitute at a kindergarden. I'm gonna work with small children. I am so glad. 2 weeks after getting kicked out of school, I had a job AND a place to live in Copenhagen.
We are renovating the basement I am going to live in. Today I finished painting all of the walls, and tomorrow we are going to paint the floor. THEN I'll be ready to move my stuff in, and we'll be going to IKEA on friday, to find me some new furniture. I've never been to IKEA before, so that's gonna be exiting.

Oh, and by the way... I'm going to a Simple Plan concert tomorrow!!! I'm so exited!! I love them! - the only con about it is, that I am going to the concert alone. Non of my friends like the music I like, and the once that do, doesn't have any money or don't have the time or whatever excuse.

That was all for this time, hope to update you guys soon again. This is a post written on a sleepless night. It's 2 AM, so I better try to sleep. Cya guys.

a song that describes me right now

Lay Me Down - Crossfade


It's over, I quit.
I'm about as lifeless as it gets
It's not like I'm worth saving anyways.
I don't belong here, I never really wanted to be here.
Why can't somebody else take my place.
Lay me down, I'm so tired.
Empty Inside, alive and uninspired.

I'm useless, I'm done.
I've written letters to the ones
I've loved so much that it hurts to say goodbye.
I don't wanna die, I just don't don't wanna be alive.

Lay me down, I'm so tired.
Empty Inside, alive and uninspired.

Lay me down, I'm so tired.
Empty Inside, alive and uninspired!

(Lay me down)
Yea, I feel such a feelin' that I never knew
Something I always thought I couldn't do.
But you don't know anything
That makes me feel life
Except making you bleed five times,
In one night.
You know you deserved it.

Som et bat i face...

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Hver dag, oftest om aftenen.. bliver jeg ramt at et brat og uventet anfald af tristhed. En nedtur smækker mig i ansigtet, og bliver nogle gange siddende. Jeg ser det ikke komme - og det slår mig i gulvet.. Det er som et slag i nakken, der får dig til at knække sammen... Når dette mørke ligger sig omkring mig, bliver jeg modløs, håbløs, ynkelig og nederen. Det sker hver dag. Sådan er det, når man lider at en depression, og ens medicin stopper med at virke, et par timer før man går i seng, og ens læge ikke vil give dig ét gram mere. F my life. FUCK depression!