What is true? What is false?
i hate this system, but I live for my teachers
i'm passing through marks but I don't get anywhere
i put this beat on me and I start to fly
i sent my prayers to all the people in the sky
now i'm happier than then, but always Okey
im the king when i rap, so I bought me a jet
this flows i bring up make me look mexican
i feel luckier with homies openin the champane
The day I cried alone all night
I realized that no one
was going to come at 3 in the morning to help me.
There I realized how important
it is to have self-love
to be able to go out on your own.
what they don't know is that
I'd rather a best friend than twenty-one
A friend is a person
that helps you no matters why
Most people consider a stranger a friend
they are longings for realities
they are lights of pleasures
They are loves with you and loves for you.
saying you don't exist
thinking that the world is not without you
here, whispering the minutes
throwing the fear of not seeing you
being without being nothing
here, dying living.
From the outside it seems that everything is fine
inside my heart screams SOS
my friends tell me "at least you're fine"
and I tell them "don't judge kid without knowing"
I have stopped pretending to smile and give a false opinion
I intend to be direct and let others know what I feel
Thoughts torment me and they do not let me think, they do not let me move forward. They invade me and haunt me. I can't sleep, I can't forget. Forget about that pain, that anger and that desire to cry. I need time, I need freedom to think and reflect. They are only hours, hours from which I walk away and disappear. WHY IS EVERYTHING SO DIFFICULT?
Sometimes I think, I get depressed, I cry and I move on but there are days when everything turns gray and it does not let me go to the next chapter of my life like in a story. Until he understood the page well, he didn't turn it. And I don't suppose that writing I find what I'm looking for.
And even if it is only a matter of hours there is an empty background without noise and without any goal to meet. And that's not what I want. I just want to wake up and everything is a dream with no way out, a dream without any end. A dream in which everything looks black and disappears ...
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