A little I

No day has to do it without sentence without text
pass.
I do not wear myself out.
If I do not write, something is absent for me.
Deflect me.
Intoxicating thoughts
hurt too much.
Wants to see you / it also does not want again
what this is only for a desolate poem...
Try anew, reject also fast.
You are not with me: it puts out to me what
The other is not absent long ago any more
but again more different has taken his place.
I make a wretched Poem again new
Without shyness and without regretting`
Laughing and it is like in trance
I hope very much
I lose with the thinking not completely the Balanc.
Will he read, does he become get to know `n.?
One cannot know, would like to suppose:
Nonsense, he deals other.
Just, therefore, it makes nothing if I mix
How the maps my thoughts, feelings
Since sometime this does not become any more happen `n....
Whether still counts in another world
What we here thought, planned.
At what we have laughed and have also been angry sometimes?