Culpable

Sigo oyendo a la gente hablar en esta sala abarrotada de gente. Pero hace tiempo que ya no escucho. Siempre es la misma canción.

- Señorita Amanda Martinez. ¿Tiene algo que declarar?
Vuelvo a oír esa pregunta, la han repetido durante meses, cada día que se reunían.
- No

La sala se vuelve a llenar de un murmuro molesto, de miradas y gente apuntando con el dedo.

 -¿Cómo se declara entonces?
- Culpable.
Mi voz no tiembla, es firme y segura.
Se lo que hice, se que tuve la culpa de que mi mejor amigo muriera. Por eso he tirado la toalla en esta lucha.

Come back

I don't want the guy who I fell in love to be back.
I don't want our love to return.
I just want our friendship to be back, I want you to trust me again, and treat me as a little sister, I want you to be my bestfriend again.
I want to fight again, and laugh and smile.
I just need that back.

Under the cold rain of december

I'm walking in the dark. There is nothing in my pockets. I lost the count of time.
I don't know where I am, I don't know who I am, I don't know where I belong and where am I going to.
There was a time, when I used to smile, to think everything was perfect. I was happy.
What happened then? I lost him, my first true love. The love was over, he used to say. The tears went down my face, I was so frustrated. I thought it was my fault, even if he said it wasn't, he just finded another girl. Prettier, funnier and nicer.
Little to little I started to lose everything else. I lost what I was most scared of losing; the people I love.
I lost them, my friends thought I changed, that I wasn't the same happy girl I used to be.
I started to get apart of my family, I thought they will never understand me.


There I was, alone, walking in the dark, under the cold rain of december.