Chingrato

Self Indulgence Bound in chains Within this feeble cage Bars of reality surrounding me. Inside myself, a battle Like a final deathmatch, Black and white 'Love' and sorrow Ceasing, merging The brisk cold, The stitches 'love' breeds sorrow With sorrow comes pain. Pain is 'love' The coming dark Like a raven, A raven of death My heart ripped into By a knife. Torn out with an arm An arm with a cold, dark personality So everything else doesn't matter Not anymore. Here in this world, Almost mindless

Had it not been for you I would be alive I wouldn't feel like I was nothing, A nobody, a failure. Had it not been for you Would I have realized anything, Anything positive, eye-catching, Better for me? Would I have been in a restless battle With myself? Wanting your attention, needing your presence. Would I refer to myself As a hopeless romantic? Had it not been for you, You the one person, the one girl That meant so much to me. The one girl, I didn't want to piss off. The girl whose opinion mattered most The girl whose personality was so uplifting Yet degrading at the same time to me. I won't…no I can't forget you, I ca

If someone told us, when we were young. That life isn't easy, Nor is it fun. We would have sat there, and ignored their words. They would have nodded, and said the day will come. Now that I sit here, and write this down. I tell you all, About this life I have found. The days pass, I do swear. Trouble will come, So please beware. If you find yourself, curled up in fear. You'll want to run, And shed those tears. So sit back, And let me speak. Why everything, Is so dark and bleak. There is a light, In this dead cold. And once we find it, We'll be dead and old. But there is relief, Before that comes. There is love,