I don't know who is more empty
My pack of cigarettes or my life ?
I don't know who's burning more
The cigarette that's between my lips
Or my aching heart.
They ignore my crying voice,
The sweat on my eyes.
Who is responsible for that ?
Them or I ?
I know, don't jell at me,
I know that I'm hurting me.
I love them,
Instead of being savage and take revenge
I keep hurting myself,
Because I can't
I love so much them.
Shut up and sleep,
I need at least some rest.
The lights shut off,
No people on the street,
No one speaks,
Only the voice in my mind
Doesn't let me sleep.
Fighting with myself all night,
Leave yourself at peace,
See some colors,
Look the shining stars.
BINABASA MO ANG
Hopeless wanderer
PoetryThey asked me : do you write poetry or poems ? I write what I feel, I don't know if that's a poetry or a poem, a quote or just a text. I write what I feel and never regret for expressing my feelings and my pain. I should be less sensitive and emo...
