Me,

the rest,

back to me.

Nothing comes out,

disturbing  feeling.

Shadows past by,

shadows of me,

the heart won't talk,

lips won't open a way through.

Deafining sounds,

comes from the mind

they obscure the heart.

They won't let him be sincere.

Everyday is a new beginning

Everyday is a new beginning some may say, the truth is that I don't take those chances.
The truth is that words have a beautiful sound but it's difficult to make them real.


A teardrop falls into the cheek, it doesn't understand the true nature of its being;
A friend comes offering help.
She still feels lonely, she tries to come out with a scream from beneath its heart,
I don't feel anything nice, not anymore.


All I can found is flaws, there's no turning back. A new beginning comes with scars from the past, there's nothing that could change the steps we made in our past lives.

Mind's possession

Sometimes we can not say what we really think- this goes for all the things  I haven't shout, to all of those whom I've denied to talk.

Sure life has its ups and downs; it is just that now I've realized the collateral dammage that other persons have  done in me. 

Loneliness has come a part of me from which I cann't denied, makes me feel worst every day that goes by, the mind sometimes doesn't respond and gets farther appart. 

The words want to come out but the lips don't let them to cross to the path.

Being true to myself doesn't help at all if just this isn't share to the world.

how I wish to believe that life it is not just black and white and that it really is full of color.

Sorry for all the things I've kept to myself.


Random toughts