mY dEaR gRiS

My dear gris:
How are you now?
Is the confusion killing you now?
Is the dark lonely night still your friend?
Is the cold wall the best listener ?
Are the brightly starts your mute witnesses?
Is the full moon the healer of your soul?

I know is hard,
Time goes by and you are still there,
Your wish was pure...
It was so so pure...

Dear grisel
Who are you now?
Is your mind as clear as it was?
Is your heart as nice as it was?
Is your soul as full as the moon?
Are you still you?

Dear gris:
Answer to this now...
Do you really want to change your life?

It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.