
My Poetry:
Los Restos de un Humano
I’m so confused
and I don’t know which way to go.
I believed I knew the answers, but I do not know.
I believed I knew who I was, but now I don’t know who I am.
I’m lost in a moral,
in here, the questions bother my mind.
I’m like a lost human in a maze, lost between the edges of my stress.
I don’t know where to go,
nor if I want to stay in this hell.
There’s no way to go back
to the place everything started. I’m on a loose string,
I’m at the edge of the abyss.
I can’t be myself.
I can’t because I don’t know who I am.
I used to believe I was invincible,
slowly, but surely I destroyed myself.
I ripped my heart and faded away.
I’m just tired of acting; I hate to fake feelings.
I’m just a teen boy, a human being who demands peace and love.
2009. Adric Ceneri. All right reserved.
wohh exactly what I was looking for, regards for posting.
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