i've been giving up everything
because the headache is not worth it
it's been very tiring
not do things i want to do
because you hurt me all the time
and then you say that you're the one
who run out of patience
i don't know how i still write
my chest hurts
my throat burns
and more tears fall
some would say that we shouldn't say things like that to those who raised us
but i wanted so much
that you just disappeared
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poesíathe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
