Mutter?

Mutter? Du?
Ich kenn dich kaum,
und da bist du erst recht nie.
Und du denkst du kennst mich?
Nein tust du nicht. Weißt so wenig über mich.
Denkst du würdest mich verstehen,
aber das tust du nicht, wirst du niemals.
Sieh es endlich ein,
wir leben nicht miteinander,
höchstens nebeneinander,
wenn du denn grad da bist.

You have to believe in it.

And if the next day you feel horrible.
You don't even want to talk to anyone.
You just want to be alone.
You want to cry and to hate yourself for what you did.
And all you can think of is of what he wrote.
This few words. "K I understand"
No more, no less.
You wanted him to understand, but you aren't happy.
It's getting hard to fight the need to tell him you love him.
To remind him of what he should already know.
You wonder how he feels.
And what is going on in his mind.
Maybe you just need to believe in it.
In the simple fact that it was best for yourself.
That it was the right thing to do, at least right for you.
It might be hard, but maybe believing will help.

The best for you, or isn't it?

And what if you need this person,
but he isn't there.
What if he would,
but he can't, 'cause he is to far away.
What if you miss him,
and you know you can't take it much longer.
What if you love him,
but you know it can't, it won't, work.
If he is just to far away.
Writing with him makes you happy,
but most of the time you just miss him,
and you feel how you break on the inside.
Isn't that the moment when you need to forget him?
But what if you write him to explain,
and until he awnsers you are just scared.
Will he understand? Is it the right thing to do?
Could it have worked? Now you'll never know.
But maybe you need to do what's best for you.
And maybe you just need to believe that's what you did.