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Everyone compliment me as a good son

But, deep down inside me

In all these sleepless nights

I ask my self,

Am I a good son?

Am I a good son of my parents?

Am I a good son, that people compliment me to be for?

Am I a good brother?

Am I a good human being?

Those sleepless nights always asked me these questions

And I don't know what to say and what not.

I always wanted to be a better person,

But what I can give to my family

Is just a look full of dissatisfaction.

I always cried in the mid night without tears in my eyes,

In all those nights I always wanted to die without leaving a trace of my life

I don't know how to face this

depression, dissatisfaction


Because, by pretending as a good son to my family.

I always lied my whole life.

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