Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/20/poesiadolore/

In my life, I feel pain.

everyday, falls  like rain.

There so much,

when I have nothing left to gain,

so I hurt, feeling it into my brain.

Some freinds tell I shouldn’t,

“not worth it”, but they don’t understand.

I want to feel it, touch it, everywhere.

I want to know where I stand.

I just feel it.

Nobody was able to heal,

To get the way I feel.

How much this is real,

I need to know the real deal.

I’ve lost my sense of direction,

I have no station,

I’ve lost affection,

all I see now, it’s just a projection.

Now that rage has gone,

that’s all I have left,

It hurts in my core,

ways, I have none.

So, I’m left alone,

but it’s better,

‘cause I don’t want more.

There are no painkiller,

or emptiness’ filler.

I feel free to feel my pain,

I can feel it like a dagger into my heart,

my stomach,

I’m torn apart.



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