Lonesome Symphony

There is something inside of me,

Tiny fragment, such as a piece of tragedy.

There's nothing more outside of me,

That matters beyond this lonesome symphony.

I sing in tears and breathe in heaves,

Muffled by the sound of violins,

Silenced by the chaotic rythm of a blind conductor.

Faster, louder, pain and anger interpreting the score;

Unable to stop, to slow down,

Endlessly fixed on the baton beating insanity into my soul.

Breathless, about to fall,

It all slows down just for a few measures,

Just enough to ignite a spark of hope,

And get me reassured.

The never ending song of my heart breaking appart,

The forever unotticed agony of a soul that only wanted to be free.

For the conductor is undead and I am so broken,

For it feeds me hope so I'll feed it pain, again and again until it all ends.

― Mélissa Gonzalez, 9 Novembre 2020

A Piece of No Puzzle

If they knew what it's like in there

They wouldn't speak so lightly,

They would probably be scared

Of how real it can be.

How damaged I am, really...

Break my heart? 

Sure!

I don't have any.

Bite my tongue,

Pray to god, 

let me bleed.

I am the piece that doesn't belong,

Even when you try on and on.

I am the puzzle you can't solve,

I am no one's fault at all.

Let me go,

Let me be.

Don't try to befriend me.

I might look right, 

But it will never match, sorry.

― Mélissa Gonzalez, 05 juin 2019