I’m not anymore
What I was.
I’m not twenty anymore,
I no longer have the strength
I no longer crave
of a time.
What were we looking for?
Where was I going?
What light
I thought I’d find
In this darkness
What wrapped me up?
What did I think I would find
In all those nights,
in all those glasses?
What future
I thought we were promised?
To what illusion
Hopes were trusted
Where
There is no fate, or god that holds,
as far as reality goes,
and it is there
which I conquered
the truth.
Hello,
how are you?
Everything is fine?
Yes, I know
That you won’t answer.
You stopped doing that a long time ago.
Hi, you.
It took me a long time
to understand,
and I repent
of many things,
I just wanted to tell you,
that despite the time gone by,
despite the list of my mistakes,
I wanted to apologize for those.
And I still would
be able to fix,
be able to love you.
I love you, yes,
I said I always will you.
And you should know, maybe,
that I hardly lie.
If this is a sin, like the others I commit,
ask forgiveness,
but it’s so human, to make them, you know?
I am only
A human.
Hello.
.
“I’m only Human, after all”
Now I understand what it is
This latent pain,
that I feel so inside
but at the same time so distant.
Something that has remained
But that he is dead.
Like a ghost
that wanders in my body,
in my soul,
in the heart.
Of all those things
Of all those people
Which there were
And now, they’re gone.
Feel the suffering
Like a weight that is no longer there,
be free of it
but still prisoners at the same time.
Like a part of your body that has come off,
but it’s like hearing it again
and it hurts.
So I feel the absence of my heart
And of love.
Who knows if when I think I feel something
It’s really happening
Or is that what I no longer have
Let me try it?
A memory,
a reminder of a hope that now
is dead.
A Phantom Pain.
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