WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU? You don’t know how it hurts, you can’t imagine the pain, you don’t feel how it bleeds. I am broken, completely shattered, crying for me, for you, and for all the feelings I built with you. Without knowing why, I lost a brother, a friend. Hey Lord, why did I let this happen to me? Why was I cursed, enslaved, and tortured by a passion that deafens my ears, curling me inside the dark womb of an invisible sorrow? Why does it hurt so much? And when will it stop? I don’t want to collect so much pain, I don’t want to suffer in vain. Not knowing if I can still hope, not knowing if I can still have you. Throwing myself into the cold abyss called sadness. Carrying this mourning, this wound that won’t heal, this cry that no one hears. And yet, I keep dreaming of you, waking by your side, listening to your boyish voice. I wake up wondering, rising without strength, with this hole in my chest, with this memory that bitters my tongue and makes my bones tremble with fear. W...