Sometimes i know

That tears tastes

Beyond salt and pain

It tears the heart

Sometimes I wished

I was someone else

Even without knowing him

Sometimes i can’t speak

Not because I am happy

But because the leave

In my pancreas is bitter

Sometimes I believe

Words – not the best said

But the ones that deride me

Sometimes i wish

– I was dead or never born

Even after the sweet taste of air

Sometimes i can’t control

My eyelids cause it

Dehydrates my body with wasted tears

Sometimes I wish

My dreams could come true

Even without me being prepared

sometimes – I do this Everytime.

By Minstrel

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