3.11.18

More Pains

I left so that I could cry. "Please come, please come", I kept repeating in silence, imagining you'd come and say: "I can't sleep without you, I can't sleep knowing you feel like this".
It didn't happen, and I just cried loud and clear: I'm giving up.

Have you ever stopped to understand how it feels? Being far from everything you know, speaking languages that are not your own, struggling to even get some bread, feeling like a complete failure. And you just want me to be ok, just like that, magic, while I can only wonder if things are ever going to get better.
"Please come, please please come. I need you tonight. But I can't say it".

And we must sleep because we're just following the rules of this everything that we hate. Can I die already? With all dreams crushed, all hopes lost... I got nothing left inside and the outside is not enough. "Please just come and tell me how you can't sleep without me feeling ok".

But it won't happen.

You're probably deeply dreaming of anything else already. I wish I were like you.