Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Nobody's home



My mother has been giving me the greater part of her responsability, and I have been walking behind her fixing up everything her eyes can 't see and I forgot about my own life, I have been living her life, I ain't built anything for me in the past 5 years.The worst five years of my life, and when I look back I haven't done anything, I have only been roving around and anyone notice it ever.And I can't understand how can you think its not your obligation to helps me grown up, helps me framing the basis to succeed in life, she seems to like to have me around fixing up for her and when I ask for help the answer is always the same.Everytime I have got a new kind of weariness revealed tearing up in my inner and in my heart, today I can't stand the pain on my shoulders, I can't stand carrying the world on my back anymore.Any word I say can't make them see how tired I am, and how hard I need to get my life back, although I don't even want to try anymore, I will not waste my time and my latin to make them see, it's meaningless to try.I wish I could erase the dark side of my past that keeps haunting me in the silent days and the dark nights, I wish I could forget the moments I keep seeing when I close my eyes, that hurts me so bad.I try to hide from myself all the hurt I want to forget, but now and then they keep wishper in my ears things I thought I would never ever remember and now I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go.

Friday, August 04, 2006

When the phone doesn't ring anymore

I don't feel like talking cause you already know what I have to say.You pretend you don't understand me, but deep inside you know, you gave me all your responsability and now I can't handle it anymore.My words are cold, my look is sad and all I want is to be alone, no more complaning, no more opening my heart for you, I can't see you as I used to, I can't talk to you as I used to and I don't want.I wanted my space, my freedom and to be respected from you, but you stabbed me in the back is this something you enjoy.And if after 22 years you still don't know me, or if I can't make you see how I feel so bad with all the things you've done to me there is no more point of sharing the same ceiling with you at all.I don't feel like smiling or crying with you, I don't feel like sharing thoughts and plans cause you never supported me anyway, I don't feel like staying here anymore.For ten years no you have built a wall between us and now it's finally done, I can't look into your eyes anymore cause I am sick and tired of everything and I all I need is to get out of here.Sometimes I want to scream my lungs out to be noticed, to make you see I hate your disrespect for me but it's meaningless to fight for your sympathy.