Cristina

She was born without parents’ care,
grew up in a bad family,
too much hurt in her fragile heart.
Little by little the pain broke,
her mind was coming apart,
and no-one wanted to do anything.

They took her to a man in a white coat,
he wanted to cure everything with pills,
but she was still breaking in her dreams.
Too much pain in her fragile heart,
not a friend to embrace,
many hours alone in her solitude.

Too much time to think,
with nothing that can fill the empty space.
Maybe in the bohemia she could find
some release of peace and tranquility.

But there’s no future to this story,
only a false and vain escape.
Too much hurt for Cristina,
empty and hollow found in this society.

Yesterday I saw her begging for compassion in the street,
Aids, drugs and filth
will carry her into death.
And who cares…
Nobody.