The moments are already gone, but the memories won’t go. The lost souls from the forgotten don’t seem to come back.
I once had a father. Before no one knew, he just forgot. He forgot he had a son. He pretended it never happened.
I once travelled and I got lost. I walked parts of the world. I walked around many seas. I walked in some streets.
I once asked for a wish. A wish that turned into a nightmare. I wanted to have parents. I wanted the love of a family.
I once thought not to be. But escaping is never the answer. And even if wars get over the peace, there’s no reason to wish not to be.
Now, I just think only one thing. End this misery, which makes me feel incomplete. This crazy idea, the idea to be, to have my childhood back and once again be a kid. The happy kid as I never was. Time took my dream, now I’m alone as I’ve always been.
As today… there were days, difficult mornings, I lost my strength. I felt tired, abandoned and out of faith. It’s hard for me to keep standing, hard to wait for the future to come and take me. Sincerely, I can be strong, not strong enough to avoid memories. And it hurts as hope fades away.
I feel like a bird that wants to fly. I do not feel sure, so I stop. I stayed in loneliness waiting for a try. Trying to get out of hell, I fall. I can’t find myself, lost my sight. There is no way for me to get out of here. I have one chance to destroy my fear. Upon it, my heart was afraid of me.
I have thought about me and my future. I have never been sure of anything. I think something; I believe a different thing. I hear other things, and I see no way out of here. My life is not easy; I’m afraid to not know. I am afraid not to be accepted by the Lord as everybody rejected my love.
I am as the abandoned human on war. Like the grain of sand lost in the desert, like the sight lost between the stars, and the sound that faded in the silence.
I wish to scream but I fear no one can hear. I am sick of fighting against fear. I am tired of living in this wild world. I am tired and I can’t smile to the Lord. I am not happy and I can’t do anything. I am dying of fear. I am afraid to show what I feel.
Out here, everything is confusion. In occasions, it is hard to figure out… the truth and secrets are hidden under deep lies.
Black and white… colors in life’s lefts. As afraid of losing everything you are, as if bad things never happen – when it’s going to stop? An example; antonyms… the opposite side of things.
The roads and coincidences for people are sensational, so what do I care if that’s right.
Humans base their lives upon lies. Everything to be the perfect story, trash words that confuse their minds. Fake stories created by humans, allusions that are never wise, as tomorrow, everything could fall.
I control my life. I do not let anyone come to me to tell me crap. I like no one controlling my mind. I love freedom and I love my heart. I think everybody should be who they are. There is no reason to pretend. No reason to be who you’re not. Just because it’s the best way to show who we are. Let life go as if everything was right.
These are just mind puzzles, Lost, manipulated thoughts in our minds, it’s done… goodbye.
I used to feel, but now I don’t! I used to cry, but now I won’t! I used to be, but now I’m not! I used to see, but now I’m blind! I used to need, but now I don’t! I used to laugh, but now I won’t! I used to read, but I sold my eyes! I used to analyze, but I lost my mind!
All this is related. All this is black. Bad advice and thoughts. I have no need of this in my life.
I want to get rid of this, no matter whom, no matter what. I just don’t want to be who I am now. The remains of myself are nothing, but pain and sadness.
Life, it’s confusing and it confuses my madness. It confuses my soul and my emptiness. There’s not much left to say, but to say I’m not. I’m lost in my world.
I want to say; the war did not defeat me! But I want no more lies. No more crying. No more sorrows. I want to laugh. I want happiness; I want to feel alive. I want to travel, to fly around.
Go to Italy, Spain or France, maybe Argentina or México. México, I miss you; how can I not? I miss your beaches, ports and rivers. I miss that kid; I miss myself, I have to go and this is the end.
I don’t know who you are, but I feel like I already love you! My heart waits for you next to the stars, so its owner will be you.
I want you and for you… I’m waiting impatiently and hopeless. You are my illusion when I dream; hopefully, with me you can be sincere.
Fortunately, you can love me, with no intention of losing me, because at the end, I don’t want just a good bye, I want to see you later and your memories in my mind.
I want to have true love for a long time, love that can last in our lives. I want someone who can cry, dream, have fun, and laugh.
I want a person who can achieve his goals. One person who can receive love; a human who can share his world. I want someone, with whom I can walk next to at the edge of the beach under the moonlight. Look at the stars and talk about us, to feel that someone loves me and to keep it in my heart, or put it into a crystal bottle for a long time.
Every time as I wake up… you are always on my unstable mind! What have you done to me?
These memories of my childhood don’t let me breathe at all. They don’t let me live without fear, they don’t let me sleep in peace.
The balance of my life today is a total chaos, is for what people hope of me, the main reason not to stay in here.
Time has flown away, the truth is, it could never be the same, all I can do now is escape.
Your tears aren’t worthy, not for my cure, I’ll prove you were wrong. My wounds don’t heal, I’ll be back when your eyes get to see I’m real.
What I offer to you is not enough. I don’t want to be an obstacle in your path, I am just a problem behind this mask. It’s better not to let you know, that your eyes won’t see my face anymore.
I propose myself to walk away from this life, to erase my pain, to believe in faith. I will run until the divine line, to sleep for a while, to wait for an end.
I don’t blame anyone for judging me, because all it is, is ignorance. I don’t blame anyone for killing my soul, nor for leaving my remains in this world.
I was no more than a lost reason, one of the many agonies of the forgotten, one of many dreams unrealized. Now I leave… everything stays in its place. I wish to front my present, but I have no strength to fight against it. I just wish to hide away from everything.
With the sunrise, a new day will come, with it my life will be a history, lines of a verse, the feelings of my story.