autobiographie en poésie

n̶o̶t̶ alone

Fight.
I have always fought and I still fight today.

But, actually, i want to cry all my tears for clear out my sadness.
I listen a youtube playlist of slowed music in the dark of my room.
I feel like a psychopath.
Can I meet the Joker? I'm sure that we could understand together. Two broken souls. And two rejected souls.
That's hurt.

The name of the new slowed music who started is: Where's my love?
It's funny.
Because a part of my heart is actually broken.

But who care? Even me, I keep hurting myself for this person, every day.

I have a lot of thing to learn.
How butterflies breed, or how Tolkien did for have so much imagination?
That's real questions!

But actually, I have a most important question for you.
Why it's so complicate to have some friends?

I try all my best to be with them.
But, I think they just don't want me. They don't need me in their life.
It's hard to write this.
Because i still have a hope. I'm fighting.

Friendship are mysterious. You give all your confidence to a person who give you all her confidence in return. You don't think that it's weird? When we know that one day, everything can be over. Finish. Done. The end.

But me, I feel like it's never started.

And even with all that, I still want to take them in my arms when they are bad and listen to all the shit that happens in their life.
Yet, they never did it with me.

I can't be myself with them.
And I don't know why.

Maybe I just need to move on and try to find other people who can give me the attention I deserve.
No, we know that I can't do this.

So, yeah, that's it. I'm not alone, don't worry.

I just need to stop my breaind to tkink about all regrets who poisoned my life all the time.
And still fighting, every day.
For be happy.

It's simple, right?

I used google translate a bit for this text, but overall i'm proud of myself.

Written on May 13, 2021