I'm lost in between the lines of my truth
& my imagination.
Don't know if I should escape my mind
to follow my heart.
I have very few loves
but so many reasons to cry.
So many seeds but very few fruits.
So hard to find happiness
But I'm so easily located by sadness.
I suffer in the inside even though I smile on the outside.
Pain refuses to abandon me,
but hope is slowly escaping with each tear exiting my soul.
Which takes away life like an empty ocean
Cold emotions
because of my lack of achievement.
But why attempt to cry?
When my thoughts are frozen by fear, bad blood & anger.
I love myself.
I hate myself.
I'm my best friend but my worst partner.
I wish my darkness becomes light,
because at the moment I can't see my truth between the lines.
About the Creator
Inoska Cerda
26.Photographer(nino photography).Poet.
Instagram : nino03_
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