The nobodies… Could you survive?

Foreword.

Is it up or is it down? Is it forward or is it back? I'm going to kill you anyway…

It is a joy and an open suffering to see how you bleed on the shore and beg for mercy before me, because two opposite poles, no matter how much they attract each other, will always end up destroying each other.

A pair of twisted minds playing the lamb is the most nefarious classic that can be found in a lie, I want your blood, your sweat and your tears, I want your pleas for mercy, I want you to burn in my hell and your suffering to be my daily bread…

STOP!!!

Should I stop? But if you made me be? Don’t you like to see your works of art? Or are you like a father who denies his offspring? Are you sure you want me to stop? Because I won’t do it even if you kneel… before nails and cut your neck, your life is in my hands and hangs by a thread…

PLEASE, REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE…

I don’t want to do it, I don’t want to remember such a great humiliation, you made me feel ashamed of my own existence for more than one tantrum and now you can’t bear the consequences of your dealings… or is it the payment of your words that has come back to you and that you don’t want to hear? Because we are the same: you are a dog and I am a bitch, don’t want to play the ghost that never goes away, I want you to play someone who no matter how hard he tries to die doesn’t have permission to do so, because you know very well that if you hate me I love you; And if you love me I hate you, that's how the rules of the game are, we can't be in balance because that doesn't exist between us...

YOU WILL KILL HOPE...

What does it matter if I die? Do you think I care if hope is lost and dies? I'm just your reflection, you wanted to play the knight, but you always end up being a pawn, you can't even manipulate what you've never had, so I remind you that the version of me you know now is the one you forged by force because you killed the innocence that was in me and I don't know any other way to live.

You let me drown in a sea with no way out, you threw me to the wolves, but you have no right to know how I survived, you have no reason to know the truth.

What does it matter if she's your daughter, she'll continue to be mine and only mine, because she was formed in my womb, she has my genes, she's my own blood.

You were only a donor that I will regret for the rest of my life. I love you, but I hate you, I love you, but I detest you, I kill you, but I have to revive you because I cannot live without you, but living with you is also living with the apple that I do not want to nor should try, but that continues to tempt me to come closer.

For peace to be with both of us I guess we have to die at the same time, but if we do, who will take care of our daughter? Who will she call daddy? Who will her mother be? You are a damn bastard and I am a damn bitch for having you by my side, and this gun that is rolling down my temple keeps asking me why I don't pull the trigger and thus we will be free from all evil: pull it, kill yourself, do it, don't be a coward...

However, I have to put down the gun because I am a coward, someone who doesn't have enough courage to do it, I want to pull the trigger, but at the same time I can't do it, I want to die, but my desire to live is deep, I hate you for making me this way, but I must thank you because you have made me a better person; and even though I don't want to admit it, you are not all bad, but you are not all good either; You are something that is in the middle and that cannot be defined and makes me continue that kind of relationship that has no name, but that we both know is there, but from the bottom of my heart we know that we are both a couple of nobodies, here everyone is afraid, but no one forgets.

In the newspapers in the obituaries section are our crimes, it will always have to be like this, just a couple of murderers… human waste and oxygen consumption that should not inhabit the Earth.

That is you and I, that for some strange and twisted reason we have to be together: I curse the day I met you and the first time you smiled at me, I should have run away then and then all would not be lost…