I know suicide will not be the solution,
I like to live and I want to die,
how do I live without happiness,
why doesn’t something happen in the agony of this hour,
how to disappear without hurting desire,
the joy that is nothing in my existence.
I don’t want it this way, I can’t stand the instability,
the turbulence between laughter and tears.
I feel the need to scream but… it’s ugly,
they’ll think I went crazy in one of the scales.
I don’t care about the night or the dawn,
a passing smile it’s useless
in the intense pain.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
