Thinking About It Poem by Jorge Arturo Valles Anguiano

It has been enough,
I feel sad,
I feel jealous,
I feel mad,
but I'm afraid,
afraid of him.

After knowing he stole your first kiss
and I've ever wanted to feel your lips,
I felt mad,
and sad,
and of course!
It was the same person who was boyfriend
of two girls that I fancied,
and did everything Infront of me,
why should I continue?
when I know I'm death compared to him,
I'm no competence for him,
but how can my day get worst?
Oh! I know!
A familiar fight!
seeing what in the past has happened
but it's happening in the present,
why has God give me the back?
Why God keeps playing with me?
Isn't it enough eleven years of suffering?
Instead of making me suffer...
Kill me already
I can't handle it
I already have an invisible knife in me,
I just need to get a real knife
and kill me,
and end with my misery and suffering,
just give me the moment to have her second kiss,
that's all I want and ask,
is it too hard?
Just let me do that
and then my soul will be yours