20/05-17

Once upon a time I had a second brother.

As the years passed he turned quieter.

The spark in his eyes burned out.

His reasons to smile were ripped away.

His only friend was a blade.

He lost his love.

He had nothing left to live for and he took this as a sign.

Over night he left the world.

He thought no one would care.

Once upon a time I was happy.

As the months passed I turned quieter.

The spark in my eyes burned out.

My reasons to smile were ripped away.

My only friend is my diary.

I lost my love.

I have nothing left to live for.

Yet I need to keep on fighting

Although I know n one cares

- Feliciano Vargas