Bitch i can't sleep
im just waiting my Od
bitch i dont exist
bitch i dont eat
maybe in a dream
i saw ya' face
but im sorry if i dont remember your name
sorry again,
but i think i fail
in everything i do
everything that i touch
everyone's who i ever meet.
is better now that im gone
im think im dying everyday
and you think why i act in the way that do
im the most cursed guest
i'll be glad to make my stay
shorter and great.
but its too much.
because i realise that's my mind is
the most open jail
and my tears are in my pocket
is wrotten with coal in the walls
"you born and die alone"
know i saw
to my soul and for my heart
for my mother and for my life
mercy for me.
or see me say goodbye and die.
YOU ARE READING
sera que soy la protagonista de todas mis noveeas
Poetrycuando muero en vez de gastar en un cajon publiquen mis anti poemas o volvere a jalar algunas patas