#writting is fun

[caloalvarado]

The day of your death

Who will realize?

Who will cry?

Who will even care?

The day of your agony

Were did the family go?

You were alone all the time

Because at the first problem your friends said bye

Illnes showed your true friends

Money brought the fake ones

“We are there for you” they lied

You broke and they begone

[caloalvarado]

Do you remember all the times you deeply wished to kill someone?. All the times when other person’s pain was so funny and enjoyable? Do you really remember?. Maybe you don’t, or, maybe you don’t want to remember.

Because having those thoughts could mean something is wrong whit you, no, believe me when i say everything is ok whit you, it is. Almost everyone i know had desired suffering for someone else. So maybe it’s in our nature as humans.

But there is something that manages to be funny while it’s sad; everyone is talking about how powerful love can be, and i wonder, what about the power of hatred, it is so strongh that it can be overwhelming, it feels like it is the pillar of the world

Letters whose recievers will never read

[caloalvarado]

A man is for killing

The man is for hitting

Blades and guns aren’t guilty at all

He couldn’t keep murder out of his mind

Cursed by his ego

Cursed by his hate

Cursed by his dessire of being the hero

Cursed by the fear of death that will come sooner or later