I woke up this morning
I face my mirror
I didn't recognize myself
so I asked me :
when it was the last time I was happy?
That was at school
everything was so simple and innocent
everything was easy and possible
look at me now
really ! Who I’m ?
what happened to my dreams
to my happiness ??
it's like I’m doing all what I want
but it doesn't make sense
cause at the same time I’m not
I lost a lot of things
I lost the most things I loved the most
what is the point
to live a live that you don't belong
to share what you don't really own
just feeling lost and alone
trying to be strong
face the unhappiness
pretend to be someone else
just to keep living
what hurt the most
to die or to live like a dead person
all I do is
make time past
my heart is damaged
and every pies of me is broken
like a pies of this mirror
falling from a higher mountain
and
crash ,,,,crash
you can't put the pisses together
because some pisses are lost forever
so who's the responsible of this drama
the mountain
or the mirror ?