Poem.
I wonder surprisingly
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Why do you look so
As if I was nothing?
Gesture my fingers,
I am trembling, it is not cold!
Static for some time,
I can feel close,
Hot to make fun of me,
But life is not over
This poor guy
Walking behind me,
Where are you?
What are you doing here?
The life you cheated,
Look at me, you’re not alone!
Surprisingly follow your path,
Do not tell me that she left you,
For the same reason
Alcohol is my friend,
But we can overcome together
The sadness of missing someone,
Ascend and descend stairs
Walk the park
Small talk
Whether they are watching us
Always make fun of us,
Because of it, funny!
I have the impression that cry
But no one hears, or pretend not to hear …
Tonight I want to talk to my pillow …
And under my blanket, my friend …
Alone. Since she left me,
It happens to me these things,
I do not even know more
And sometimes I see myself like you
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