Good morning, sleepyhead.
Wake up,
open your eyes.
Are you listening?
I've a story to tell.
So, I met this boy.
A clever boy, a special one,
and I can't say 'no' to him.
But,
he has problems.
He doesn't know how to love himself.
No, he refused to.
He's clueless,
to how this world works.
He fell hard and fast for his 'wants',
and he forgot to think about his 'needs'.
He doesn't know why he feels this way.
He hates who he is.
He tore his heart open once, that easy,
and he did it on purpose.
He can't point out his own problems.
He can't respect his own body.
He repressed his feelings,
in order not to feel ashamed or guilty.
The boy is so fucking hard to read, isn't he?
Well, he was,
and he will never know why and how.
He refused to know.
One morning,
When the sunlight hit his face,
I knew it in one glance,
that God already took him away from me.
All I kept thinking about over and over was,
"Why?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Why did you do that to your mother and your brothers?"
The boy slammed his subconscious against his bones,
and spent all over the world waiting to end his own life.
His mind made him suffered.
His vision told him to die.
I bet the boy would say,
"Who knew the world would turn out so different?"
And I bet he would smile,
like, "See? I've been walking the right path."
Now, open your eyes wider, sleepyhead.
It's time to face the truth,
that you're alive,
and blessed.
Once again,
good morning.
