I write to praise my fear
I write to numb my wounds
I write to hide my shame
I write to fill my voids
I write to console my heart
Which has a cavity
I feel every night
Before sleep sedates me
I write like a fighter
I fight like a writer
Words are vines
And my hands
My winepress
Makes the best wine
That levitates me
And makes you feel fine.
You're not alone!
Through pain and misery.

I asked for one thing
death
And you gave me something else.
if i was to judge you, do you know what I will call you?
An Hippocrite.
you made me submissive
like you had everything under control
you gave me happiness, laughter, tears, anger
but.....
when I ask you for death,
you leave me in anger
you make me angry because you didn't answer
you just make me feel like going madder.
if you snapped your finger, you can make me among the dead
but you leave me alive. In pain, I am drenched
no matter how much I cry and beg,
you leave me in absolute tranquility.
I have a question
do you love and adore to see me suffer?
to see me cry in pain everyday in May
to see me fully enveloped with thorns from the gate?
the gate that I tried to pass through but you never sanctioned.
My life would have been better off, if you gave me something that will desensitize me.
                                                        death­.....