Insane

I am insane because I’ve gotten no choice

because I’ve lost my voice on an empty space

waiting for a phase where I would suffer no more,

I did not lost my soul, but my heart feels cold.

What a misery, what a lost,

what a tragedy, what a hope

that some day I would cry no more,

but my tears are never enough.

Perhaps, I did not lost my mind;

at last, is only a void in my heart,

perhaps, I shan’t recover, I shan’t;

at last, the cure isn’t in my hand.

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Drawing made by the author.