Steven Guevara Betancur

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

Tired.

¿Have you thought, you’d never be better?
¿have you thought you’ll never get rid of the fiber?
That fiber which makes you feel like you can’t stay anymore,
You are ****** up, you are tired, and you are bored.
The life just keeps going, the world moving and the sadness growing,
You think about the messes in your head,
You are on earth but you feel like if you were in hell.
I inhale smoke one more time, thinking about her.
You were the best, I scream in my corner.
It is known that you will not come back.
It is said by a voice that the sky is black.
It is said by the voice that the knife is the ticket to escape.
I can see a hanged body in a dark landscape.

#love #suicide #sad #dark #tired

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

By your side.

If you cry till the stars die,
if you think that life is not right.
All the pain is around your way,
do not forget that the sky will bright.
Sometimes life just turns so depressing,
I was looking at the frontier and cursing,
the distance between your eyes and mine,
the distance between your heart and my heart.
Sometimes you want to be kind of lonely,
you remember that the sky is cloudy,
so that is why the sun can not be seen,
but that is not what at the moment you think.
I have been there by your side you have not see me,
I just want you to be better, believe me.
I am going faster than the fastest ghost,
you just try to forget the scars of the past.

By me, The Raven.

#love #sad #depressed #stars

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

I know you do not love me.

Go ahead, hurt me and make my soul cry
look at me, touch me and stab my heart with your words.
I know you do not love me, I know you do not need me,
but, please, come here and take me out of this hell.
Lie to me, just do it one more time, do not be afraid,
lie to me while my cup of coffee gets cold and my world gets colder,
While the sky turns dark and my heart gets darker.
I know you do not love me, I know you do not need me.
I feel alone, sad, anxious, but I really know it is not enough
it will never be enough, never enough as the love I gave you.
So now, my pen is crying and this piece of paper is wet.

By me, The Raven.

#love #sadness #coffee

Mar 2016

Poetria

Write!

Write with what you have,
even if it isn't the best.
Write with all your might,
Create wonders, feel that pride.
Write as is your right,
Let your spirit breathe again.

*Every word written
goes down in history
As a flower blooming
in the fields of poetry.

I delete half of what I create purely out of self-doubt. I'm sure I'm not the only one.

#poetry #write

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

Someday.

Someday I will get rid of my bad feelings and my bad thoughts. I will get rid of the **** I get in my mind,after all, I will understand that it does not matter if your rotten soul could not find rest. I will use the knife. I will destroy this piece of garbage named body. Someday I will find the peace I have been looking for and I am going to figure out why I came to this world, although, it is clear that every body comes here to die at the end. I will get ride of all the things I keep thinking continuously and drives me crazy. Someday I will get away from this hell, I will meet with my demons and I will **** them; It will be the end of all the sadness, it will be the end of this ******* routine, it's no going to be a tunnel replete of monotony, not anymore. Someday I will not have a life that stinks, is not going to be around me anything which causes disturbs on me. I will not hate myself, because at that moment, there will be no trace of me on the face of this cemetery, filled of viscera and bones alive.

By me, The Raven.

#hate #humanity #horror

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