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