It's All About Me

I believe in lots of things I can't see My dreams are like a ship's consciousness drowned in the ocean I want to live for a reason How I wish I could resign from myself How I wish now I was wrapped on a bed neither to move my hands nor my feet I try to feel but I have no feelings My soul is rich my spirit feels poor I have a brain that feels unconscious I got married but was never in love I am alive yet I wish I was dead I wanted to stay but I had to leave I have tears but cannot weep I've got memories yet I crave to forget them I feel a storm coming without rain or thunder People die but I cannot mourn I am friendly but have no friends I think I am intelligent but I feel numb I thought I graduated but threw away my diploma I have a birthday with no wishes I dream yet I forget them I had a castle yet I feel I'm living in a hut I have courage but I cannot face it I am a body that looks like a skeleton My heart beats but I cannot hear it The sky is blue but I see gray My voice You dwell too much about the past that taught you to be so cruel I loved but nobody loved me The flowers were blooming but I saw them dead I was a violin with broken strings when I could not hold my anger If I could only scream to listen to my echo I rode a horse without a saddle I was at the beach and I saw no ocean I walked on the land but felt only rocks My feet were bleeding I cut them off I wake up at dawn but I feel its dark I rang the bell nobody opened I was on the roof top and my soul fell down I watched a beginning it felt like the end Therese Bacha 14 November 2014.