I don't know why I hang on
To something not worth it.
It kills me, breaks me and takes me,
But my pains I never reveal.I am the one in trouble,
Complaining's always due.
A piece of me, is all they knew
And now you killed me again.I don't know why I hang on
To things that break me.
They grate me, crack me and destroy me,
But my soul is all I keep.I am the one without shelter,
Disintergrating in mud is always due.
A few raindrops pour and I drown
And now I'm nothing but a noun.I don't know why I hang on
To places where I don't belong.
They make me sour, lose power and rush in the hour.
But my dignity is all that's left.I am the one with questions,
My insanity is not new.
A lit match burns me to ash
And now I am in only one black dress.Tell me why I should hang on
To projections of my surroundings?
Are they here to build me?
No, they can't since they never found me.

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PoesíaThis right here is an original book of poems and is authenticly written by myself. It is about every thought and feeling that flows through me.