every picture is a story

who is to blame for the love we desperately need?

who is to blame for the affection we crave?

who is to blame for the constant need of acceptation?

who is to blame to make me believe the necrosis inside me could be alive again?

who is to blame to tell me i am someone and i shouldn’t be a waste?

who are you?

i have few words for you words of hates, of indifference, of rejection, of cadavers and hopelessness

they are yours, take them back