What it is, then, the thing that keeps me living.
Is it love?
Is it art?
Is it family?
The world depressed me, continuously,
Today I'm bored, I've never been as bored as today,
that's my frase, that' the line that defines my entire existence
It's not about the lost of love.
The present it's ok
The future depressed me, all I can see is killing
killing each others for religion, for money, things that we created
We created god so we can kill others, The Others
Created money so we can slave others, The Others.
I see no future for me, I see only poverty,
pretty things in a show case just for looks
Not ever to try
Not ever to wear
Not ever to posses
The future for me is not what it was promised as a child,
So what now? Go cry on mommy's lap?
Regret forever the past choices?
Work hard for a meaningless empty life
No spot for me in the History
Just a regular guy, living, spending, and eventually dying.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for my depressed self
PoetryThe very main importance about this book, is, my dear, that it0s no written for you, it's for my own self, and y can say that most of it talks about you even tho, we've never met.
