I am? I was?

If i could be in front of the mirror,
i will ask to him again and again the same old question i used to ask... What i am?
 
But in all this time i never listen an answer...
so in order to help the interlocutor i will try to explain the most things i used to feel
 
I am that one... the one than when u met her... feel a confidence
as we knowed each other from thousand years before
Im the one so easy to met and so hard to understand
the one to easy to be with... so hard to resist
im the one that use to stay at the same place u found her..
imthe one that in ur leaving will wish u good luck
and the one that will keep u always in her prays
im the one who will keep ur pain and your story in her secret side of heart
im the one who can give tears about you each time she reminds your being
im the one who shared her time for smiles and laugh
and the one that sometimescan make u sign a smile while u remind her
im the memory of a far moment
im the memory of the instant of doubt
im the memory of a could
but im the one that cant be choosed
im the never selected
im that one... the one... im that way... in fact
i dont know yet... what i am?

somebody

There's somebody who can help me?

Somebody who can give me a recipe to stop feeling pain inside the heart,

to stop feeling im just a bad joke from God,

Somebody who have a recipe to make my smile back,

Somebody who can give me a medicine to stop my tears cause i cant control them...

 

Do you?

 

Please!

Loneliness

Loneliness

Loneliness is more than the feeling of wanting company or wanting to do something with another person.

Loneliness is a feeling of being cut off, disconnected and alienated from other people...

Sadness

Sadness is always the legacy of the past; regrets are pains of the memory”

Out of the night that covers me,

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul