Nothing is perfect, nothing is real:
chocking on my own reality
All these past days have been a hell of fears,
what do I really fear if I'm not hiding?
burning up in fire of thoughts I have ignited..
I keep questioning life but I keep in silence,
But I keep talking and no one listens,
And I wonder if I'm really talking?
Or if maybe I'm only thinking?
If Dead or living?
Life; a flower,
It dies by every moment
And when it's dead, it's dead!
And sorries and loving
Would not make pink become gray.
But that's how life is,
And it could not be a better gift.
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State of Mind
PoesíaState of Mind its a book of poems that is based on the state of mind of the author and related people to him. Do you know what a suicidal person or an isolated person feels? Or even a person with chronic depression? it was written to touch the dark...
