Storms

I'm trying to feel something
in the walls of this room
I stare desperately for something
that will give
a meaning
a meaning to all of this
all the pain hidden in those steps
but today I didn't walk at all
I stood there, sitting down crawling
I was so small but still I couldn't fit
in the others lives, in their first choices
Loneliness its like a perfume
the smell always stays
Everyone wears it but with a different smell
I start to hate the word “live”
I start to believe we live because we want to prove something
that we are never gonna prove
Again.At this street Alone. Again.
Only this time it was summer
it was the time I used to tell myself
that i would be
.happy.
I started writting again.
Shit.