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  I'm pretending to be what I used to be. I'm falling into loneliness , darkness and despair . I hoped to repair or to be prepared , But I wasn't , and now I'm here Standing in the night , facing the cruel reality : "The only thing I can be is lonely"

Today the sun is shining, Birds are singing , However , no matter the weather is I still wondering who I am, Is there a name for the shame of not being well? Is there a cure for feeling insecure? Is it a crime to hide your pain? Is it a smile I feign? I don't know and I don't care , Because tomorrow I shall not be anywhere .

I thaught I  was tough And I hoped to be strong But I was wrong I have not seen the ceiling When I was dreaming Looking at the sky for a better life Looking at my life for a smile I was and I still :  ill

L'amour est beau, Source de désordre émotionnelle, Et d'ordre relationnelle, Source de maux , Il fait découvrir le sois par l'autre , Et rend autre son Sois, La dictature du "on"  devient dictature du nous, On existe avec l'autre , Puis à travers celui-ci, On existe, on persiste mais l'amour meurt ici, Lorsque le temps nous file à travers les doigts Lorsque les je t'aime deviennent des "je ne sais pas". Lorsque les obligations nous transformes , L'entropie de l'amour prend forme, Inéluctable croissance du désordre , On ne transcende plus l'autre, Le froid s'installe, hivernale, glacial. Le froid de

Je me bats, lutte , pleure et  crie Mais dans la nuit aucun bruit J'écrit à m'en briser le poignet Je crise des dents comme ma chaise sur le parquet Épris de mots , épris de chiffres Pris en étaux , et tout le monde s'en fiche Si je tombe , un autre vaincra Mais même si je vacille je ne tomberait pas .

Sur l'île enclavée Isolé sur les flots L'horizon paraît lointain et implacable Noyé par les eaux Crispée sur mon stylo Je joue carte sur table , mains sur le papier À passer et repasser mes notes Et dans la flotte perd tout mes repères, Et me noie

I haven't got Poe poems power I've never had anything else than a writer shoulder to put your hand, your heart, and your dreams, and, my lines lies like the worst murderer kill like the purest liar I wrote love,  and I love hate The way I am, may, I'm not, I dream to be or not.

If there is something fun in pain It's when this pain is the aim of your days It could be that smile which it me like a maul or these eyes which stole me all or perhaps just this feeling this unbearable feeling of death when you're far of me when my heart and my earth stop together I miss you my flower. I'm waiting for you. Even if you are not gone yet.

Today, I look up the Sky and I'm wondering why While the wind blow clouds This blue guy is smiling and streching up my days Why, he is inciting me To dream today

I don't know what to say Your pain stricken eyes betray you And yet you wait I asked you to never leave me Unwittingly, I was the one who left And yet you wait I departed from you Failing to save the whelp I am And yet you wait   I never returned Overcome with grief and shame And yet you still wait

Simple strings Stretching down into The depths of pain Carnal and raw Hurts like helium Forced into the skull And blown out the other end Sweet are the promises Of healing and peace Tenderly caressing The site of the wound But before calm Comes the storm And no greater storm Than that of nerves on fire Gently press closed The gaping hole In the sorry flesh Applied pressure Can keep it together But pressurized blood Boils like magma When the flow stems shut Tied shut are all Openings for further damage Close the eyes and nostrils Mouth must be made fast For submersion in medicine Drown the pain in penicillin For the remedy's in pill form Sw