Just try to be a good boy
But i don’t belong
I feel all alone in this cold place
There is no home to me
No place of refuge
Nobody to talk to
I feel just a stranger here
I want to sing my own song
Give me my drug please, little crumbs of “love”
I will be your puppet to play with
Inside I feel never enough
Just terror
Can’t breath
Can’t cry
So better to pretend be a good boy
O Pierre,
Don’t say this
Don’t do that
Don’t be like that
It’s never safe to be me
I have better to desert the lonely inner land
I want to sing my own song
But it has no words
No music
Emptiness and desolation
Pierre Joseph
April 2023