Open when I'm buried

Dear Mum and Dad,
dear friends that I never had,



        I hope it was not raining
        when you put me into the ground,
        I hope there were a lot of people standing
        who could only listen to the sound
        of silence.


   I am saying now goodbye,
   tired of making another try
   to find the happiness.
   None of you pretended
   to care, to understand me,
   only that superficial look
   which everyone was giving me.
   Love and passion all around
   made me feel more abandoned,
   it seemed all the people on the ground
   had found whatever they were looking for.

   My emptyness was growing
   occupying all the feelings.
   Its web was covering
   all the corners of my curve soul.
   I don't expect you to understand it,
   you weren't before, you won't now.
   Tricky emotions, fake friendship,
   you forgot, you pretended,
   you swore, you badly behaved,
   you skipped, you ignored,
   you were not there for me.


        Don't cry and don't pretend more.
        I'm gone now, I'm at hell's door.
        And I'll be fine, I'll be good
        with the other people you misunderstood.


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