prosa

Ive been waiting now for years

Ive been waiting for a signal

Tell me, is this really my path?

Is this road really mine?

Am I doing it right?

I know you can see me from up there

Why dont you say something, grandpa?

I tell people Im okay but you know Im not.

I will never be.

Theres so much inside me I cant even handle.

Why won't you say something?

Arent you gonna help me get through this mess?

I will always have this ''missing something'' feeling, won't I?
That hurts me the most
You left and took everything with you.
Theres no one in the world who could replace you.

But tell me, is this really the end?