¨In the middle of our journey, I found myself in a dark wood¨ - Dante, The Divine Comedy
Now that you are reading this
I will try to use the proper words
so, you understand all my confusion
because now I am sure of one thing
I cannot do this by my own
I feel that I am drowning, and I need help
It has been 3 fucking years
suffering in silence, until now
no one has noticed or at least no one cares
no one but you, you know part of this pain
I keep thinking my actions that leaded to this
it's imprecise to define 1 cause or origin
and at this moment it does not matter
The hardest part is to know
that my mom does not believe or care
because I had the strength to talk about it
but she reacted as she didn't believe it
that moment keeps repeating in my mind
now I know that I must deal with this alone
my perception about my family has changed
I am only good at being in their working stake
I do not recognize myself anymore
and I want to get out of this
I want to find a cause to live for
and I do not want to feel alone
my friend I need you more than ever
help me find that is still worth it
take me where I can find joy and fun
tell me that all my thoughts are wrong
that I am a good person and that you care
please help me find a way out of this madness
©Flaca
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Autor:
Flaca (Seudónimo) (
Offline) - Publicado: 8 de septiembre de 2019 a las 19:11
- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: A smile can hide suffering and pain. Sometimes all we need is someone whom we can talk to.
- Categoría: Amistad
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Comentarios1
Wtf?
As often, it doesn't matter anymore.
I want to have your friend too.
So many coincidences, i cannot assure what it's real or not.
Nice poem and i hope you don't understand.
Gracias por tu comentario, creo que te refieres a que ojalá te entienda el mensaje. Bueno en parte lo entendí y creeme que todos tenemos ese amigo que está dispuesto a escucharnos. Todos tenemos sufrimiento y muchad veces ni siquiera la misma familia lo alcanza a notar...
Saludos cordiales
No, el "don't" no fue accidental. Pero da igual.
¿Será? la familia no lo nota, eso lo sé. Pero el amigo... si todos lo tenemos, para algunos es difícil saberlo.
Me gusta como escribes.
Saludos normales.
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