just a poem

Hey guys! It Fits here!
First of all, I think it is not my day of posting, but I have nothing to do today, so I will do it.
In the next weeks I will post here some poems of mine, so if you don't like poems, close this window now!
So here it goes the first one!

Death, just the beginning. We call of end by ignoring the beyond. Present soon ends, extinguish the speak, past is what stays, sinks with the rest, the future is the unexplored, which has returned from heaven or hell? Eternity is for cowards, imprisioned in common, true courage comes from the knife of your own hands, that like a prisoner of your chest, drains an empty heart. And then when the dream ends, you don't wake up. Do you think it is over? No, death is just the beginning.

Difficult is not to suffer with your own problems, it is to suffer with the happiness of others,it is to try to seek the light at the end of an endless tunnel, it is to see the sun behind an infinite of clouds,it is to chase a reason to stay alive, a reason for being a coward and don't die with the knife of your own hands, it is to carry the water with a sieve,it is to trap the wind with your hands,it is to keep walking along a road that seems endless for those who dream, a road called life where who doesn't dream don't walk, where who suffers soon reaches the end, because who dreams, has infinity of pain ahead, and who suffers, the end of a road of dreams ...

FiT =]