And in the end, all I learned was how to be strong alone.

You created your own limits, learn how to break them too.

Life is a marvelous thing, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, my friend.
Poetry and writing has accompanied me through my whole life.

I definitely wouldn't be the same person if it wasn't thanks to you, darkness would have most likely consumed me.

When you stare long enough at the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.

This is why, now I write to you.
You were always my muse, my heaven on earth, or better said, my heaven in hell. 

You taught me there's beauty even in the darkest shade. 

You taught me how to use all the fear and despair, you showed me that even when I was broken, you created, transmuted and transformed all the madness, the blood and despair into wisdom, experience, you transformed everything into a text.

You were my teacher, my only friend, the arms that hugged me as I lay in despair, the voice that whispered me to keep going on, you were my strength when I couldn't keep going on.

You were the pillar that held the sky firm when my world crumbled down.

You were always my everything, my most loyal companion, my lamp in the dark, the ray of hope within the war, you were the light that kept giving me life so that I wouldn't leave the land of the living before it was my time.
You were my luck in life.
You believed in me, you kept believing in me even when life created such a monster of me.

You never lost your faith on me, and for that, I thank you with all my heart.


Those who escaped hell, never talk about it.
Thanks to you, though, I could finally give voice to my despair.

Experience taught me, hurt raised me.
But you taught me that neither defines me.

My past doesn't define my worth.
Only I can decide it, and I know my worth.

Thanks to you, my wings grew strong. You taught me how to fly through life with grace. 

Thank you, my lifelong friend. ~