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Why does my body get sick?
I don’t understand it,
But it’s what I feel,
That I’m in a state of pure happiness.
Why is my mind broken?
I’m sure it’s not,
“How do you know?” you’d ask me,
Because if it were, it would tear me apart.
Why do my emotions overflow?
What happened, why do I want to cry?
No one is going to hurt me,
I have wounds but I can face them,
It’s easy, I just have to bury them,
And resort to forgetting.
Why doesn’t that child speak?
Could it be someone is cornering him?
Yes, he is. Then why does no one save him?
Ah, I know — because they don’t want to get into trouble.
In their minds, it’s someone else’s problem.
In their hearts, it’s a feeling of pain.
That woman cries rivers,
Could it be she suffered abuse from her parents?
Most likely.
She has shards of glass stuck in her being,
She thinks no one wants to deserve her.
That man hides what he feels,
That’s how his environment was.
Among so many people they planted ideas in him about being the best.
Is that what he wants to be?
Or does he just hear it, picture it, and let it go,
With no further reflection.
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That school kills,
Not the body, but the mind.
There they welcome the liar.
Not all are like that, but they exist.
How do they still persist?
Who am I?
I don’t know, can you tell me?
What is my purpose?
I don’t know, do you have one?
Why am I like this?
I don’t know, I’d know if you didn’t resort to lying.
Why don’t you answer me?
Because you don’t even know yourself.
Have you heard those voices?
What voices?
The ones you silence at night.
Why do I feel like I’m lost?
I don’t know, ask yourself if you’re sane.
If I am, I won’t bite,
But I’d like to be born again.
For what? To never lose again?
And why don’t you try to understand?
I don’t know, I like to learn,
But I’d rather not know again.
Why?
It harms my mind and my conscience.
Maybe that’s the goal.
To lose my mind.
01:38–02:26
14/11/25
Author: A.R
