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Valentina Garcia Jun 2016
If you ask me, just if you ask me, i would tell you. People always fear  death but often love births. What they really don’t understand is that both mean that something new is about to start, for good or for bad. There’s no way to stop death, that’s what i like about it, it could get to be so sudden and so predictable at the same time. People often also say that i’m cold. I truly don’t see it that way, my perspective of things is just different from theirs, that does not mean that i’m heartless. If you ask me, just if you ask me, i would tell you everything. I’ve come to point where life could be worthless and useless, nothing truly matters, we always attempt to leave, to hurt, to forget the ones that we love the most. We never really think about others, not feelings neither words or consequences. We are meant to forget and be forgotten, we probably will forget the ones we should, and maybe the ones that we are really in love with will forget about us. I’ve felt it, ive that that cold and bittersweet sensation of forgetfulness, i’ve felt how you slowly forget about me. If you ask me, just if you ask me, i would tell you everything, i would tell you how everything happened. If you ask me i would tell you about  worst feeling, the worst thing that i’ve ever felt. I couldn’t do anything about it, because it was what you wanted, and all i ever wanted was you to be happy. I did my best to get you back but you just did not an it. All my love was just not enough to satiate you. Now, i’m just hoping some day you’ll come back, i love you and i need you more than anything, but i know that’s not gonna happen so im forced to be realistic. I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to help me, to hold me, because without you i’m falling apart. You’ve made me become a daydreamer and a nighthinker, you’ve made me become a tea and cigarette addicted, you’ve made me become so many things that i wouldn’t have ever think i could become. The pain, your pain, the pain that you have created inside of me, is stuck between my lungs, is stuck between tears and coffee, lives inside my 3 a.m. thoughts, taking everything that is left inside that reminds me of you. It kills to know that you don’t care, it never mattered to you, when for me, you were my everything, you meant life to me. If you ask me, just if you ask me, i would tell you how much i still love you and miss you…
Valentina Garcia Jun 2016
Nothing is as bad is it seems,
If we compare black to white, of course,
We compare the good to the bad,
We compare the light to dark,
Just to make invisible lines,
Lines that prevent us from freedom.

Nothing is as bad as it seems,
Maybe life is not as bad as it seems,
Or its worse that you think,
But you´ll never really figure it out,
If you compare the worst to the worst,
Then it will probably not be as bad as it seems.

Nothing is as bad as it seems,
Sometimes is even worse than what you even thought,
Sometimes is even better than what you could have ever imagine.
Nothing is as good as it seems either.
There is a bad in every good,
And a good in the bad.
Jun 2016 · 563
The Thoughts
Valentina Garcia Jun 2016
It is trapped inside my mind,
The dark thoughts, they wouldn’t leave,
But it is not like i’m letting them go.
I can hear them scream and moan inside
It’s like my demos will never shut up.

I can slowly feel how they’re stuck,
Someplace between my mouth and my lungs.
I feel like i can’t take it anymore,
I feel like i’ll have to shut it off.

I can’t breath anymore,
Its taking it all,
All that i had left inside,
Just as you did.

My brain never stops,
It´s always thinking and thinking to let me die,
It is not longer like before,
Not as sweet as an apple pie,
And not as bitter as salt.
Jun 2016 · 258
Not Over
Valentina Garcia Jun 2016
I felt like it was all right
Life has finally came by my side
But it was just question of time
To figure it all out.

I really thought i deserved it all
Till the pain and suffering showed up,
I’ve been just wondering
Is it all my fault?

I’ve believed the storm was gone,
But the hurricane was about to come,
I’ve never felt so alone
I just really want to go.

There was no other place to hide,
All of my secrets were buried out.
I thought i wasn’t even alive,
Everything around me fell apart that night.
Jun 2016 · 288
Him
Valentina Garcia Jun 2016
Him
It got me,
I  could feel it in my body,
Penetrating each little corner of me,
Taking all of me with him.  

He’s the only thing i’ve got,
The only thing i’ve ever known of,
Though, he destroys me, and i love it.
He never lets me down,
He always wakes me up.

I feel the adrenaline eating me up,
Little by little taking it all off.
When he’s not around, i miss him so much.
All i want is him by my side.

— The End —