When people are crying,
I laugh,
When people are dying,
I live.
They scream in my ears.
But I can't anything that they say.
I'm surrounded.
However, I feel all alone.
No one will ever understand it.
I'm feeling.
No one will ever understand it.
How is being born in one way.
And later repent.
Do you know what is?
Arriving here one day,
And haven't lived yet.
After 15 years of isolation.
Maybe there is only one solution.
Perhaps everything should end.
Cause you will be much better without me.
I don't wanna be an other weight anymore.
Of this dirty society.
I'll suffer slowly.
It'll be my fault.
My death has come.
You think that I'm smiling.
But I'm not.
I'm not strong.
And listen:
I've never been so.
My death has come.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A orillas de la vida
Poesie"La felicidad y la tristeza. El amor y la discordia. La vida y la muerte. Ser débil o ser fuerte. Ser la herida o ser el cuchillo. Levantarse de nuevo o caer rendido. Ser ciego al destino o aferrarse a él." El límite entre cada uno de estos concept...
