Life and freedom

Something you have to be in this world for
Surviving pain
Is life and freedom
Something that was given to everyone
Everyone has his own chance
It’s life and freedom
Something that is more important
Than any words, theories and thoughts
Is life and freedom
Something that gives us a power to create and love
It is life and freedom

It’s been ordered to be,
To step on pain
For the heart to beat
And your mind to remain
It’s been ordered to love
Not to live in vain
For the words to mean
And the power to gain
You put your hands and head down,
Saying you weren’t ready
Not surviving but giving up
Without being steady
Your mother is standing close to your grave
Not being able to keep her tears inside
Think of this at least once
If you can’t think of anything despite
Drugs
What is your meaning in life?
Why were you born into world?
This didn’t happen by accident
You got your canvas
And paints to create something more
Than your fucking emptiness
Not to break and bury yourself at the age of 25
Shooting and sniffing, trying to get a “drive”
Throwing responsibility for your death on someone else
Your parents, who put everything in you
Will never truly realize
That there is no you
Feeling of guilt you left them in this world
And the picture where you were still alive
With a black ribbon, at the age of five
Your father is crying, look at him
It is the first time in your life you can see him
Suffering
I’ll never forget that day
When my friend died
Blue shots in his vanes
And that face
God, no! That’s not you
I never believed that life is this fragile
Walking on a knife’s edge
Thinking that it’s meant to be
But you have lost your way
I’m sorry you couldn’t rely on me
I see you in my dreams now
Every fucking night
You are looking at me,
Asking to tell everyone who’s left there
That you have lost the most important thing-
Your life and your freedom.

You have always been a loser
Thinking that you know how to live
Death and prison haven’t meant anything to you
Just as someone’s pain, friendship and truth
You thought about yourself only
And even though you were crying when our friend was dying
You haven’t realized
That pretty soon you can be there, too
Say just two words,
Just two
Thank you, heroin
You broke your own life
Leaving tears to you mom
And a shame to your dad
How can I forgive you?
And who is going to help you now?
When I give you my hand
You spit on it
You’ll have this number on your forehead
22874
Empty face you are for me now
A traitor of an honor
Realize at least for yourself
You’ve lost your friends
The friends that can be found hardly
You have lost the joy, and now you die in boredom
You have lost the sense –
Life and freedom.