pain ... (poetry)

Have you not stepped on?

Have you not succumbed?

They have shot you to kill

They wanted to bring you down

There are days when you wake up and you already want the night to come

There are days when a word is not enough

It all started here

Everything will end this way

Faces pretending happiness

Hidden behind the innocent gaze of the soul

Purple stands out from you

Of a broken and insignificant heart

Tears that wash my pupils

Torments that I keep a secret

It was a normal day

A day where everyone usually dreams

The sad poet waits

A passing illusion

The voice of conscience

Responds to loneliness screams

Sitting on the bench of a destiny

Look at her portrait

Triggering a cry

Delivered in a sigh