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A heart, full of pain, wanting some love
A life, no one to care about, no one who cares
A star, looking at it, it staring back
An end, after times, so short, so soon

Change is needed, but seems unachievable
I want her love, but does she want mine?
She contradicts, she seems inscrutable
I'm just stuck here, with pain

If you don't know what you are missing,
Nothing to care about, nothing that matters
I do know, feel the emptiness
The pain, the hope, long gone

Remembering things from long ago
Looking at the future, not wanting to see
Losing all hope, not having any faith
Feeling the pain, all my life

Quare id faciam,
Fortasse requiris? Nescio
Sed fieri, et excrucior
Odi amor
Sed amo, frustra

Mais c'est la vie
ce n'est pas facile
The end is nigh
Nowhere to go

Sometimes, the moments release me
The hope fills me, unleashes me
But the light is a train
A smack back to reality

Nescio -> I don't know ^_^ Latin ftw

Also, this be about yourself?

I like how you incorperated french into it XD.

I didn't understand the latin part.

Explain the motivation maybs?

Latin part is based on Catullus #85 (Odi et Amo), and (Somehow badly translated) it is something like this (just cbf to make a real good translation atm ^-^)

Why am I doing this?
You are wondering. I don't know
But I feel it (happening), and it tortures me.
I hate the love
Though I love, though in vain

Deep shit bro, girl problems you have.

Listen to Ice T - 99 Problems, you might have girl problems but atleast you know Ice T doesn't!

Mais c'est la vie
ce n'est pas facile

But its life,
its not easy.

I liked it, I usually only read the poems and don't reply, now, I just had to. I just had to play my über french speaker nerd who translates the stuff !

Que sera, sera brother.

From: C.G. Jung
Dear N.,

I am sorry you are so miserable. "Depression'" means literally "being forced downwards." This can happen even when you don't consciously have any feeling at all of being "on top"! So I wouldn't dismiss this hypothesis out of hand. If I had to live in a foreign country, I would seek out one or two people who seemed amiable and would make myself useful to them, so that libido came to me from outside, even though in a somewhat primitive form, say of a dog wagging its tail. I would raise animals and plants and find joy in their thriving. I would surround myself with beauty - no matter how primitive and artless - objects, colours, sounds. I would eat and drink well. When the darkness grows denser, I would penetrate to its very core and ground, and would not rest until amid the pain a light appeared to me, for in excessu affectus [in an excess of affect or passion] Nature reverses herself. I wold turn in rage against myself and with the heat of my rage I would melt my lead. I would renounce everything and engage in the lowest activities should my depression drive me to violence. I would wrestle with the dark angel until he dislocated my hip. For he is also the light and the blue sky which he withholds from me.

Anyway that is what I would do. What others would do is another question, which I cannot answer. But for you too there is an instinct either to back out of it or to go down to the depths. But no half-measures or half-heartedness.

From: Dr D. Dervish
But its life,
its not easy.

I liked it, I usually only read the poems and don't reply, now, I just had to. I just had to play my über french speaker nerd who translates the stuff !

Damn you Dr. D, and your damnable French skills! I wanted to translate it :(.

I like the poem, gonna write more?

~Sand