On days like these I wonder why I'm still here to fight for a society I do not like .. why am I still here in this place where you live only role is recognized .. and I wonder even more now that the roles really do not know what to do ... The temptation is to go and turn everything back, sending to hell with the tears and anger push through his teeth .. no .. the image is to go where you feel a heart to heart, and around here there is none .. how do I answer when someone asks me how it goes .. "I'm tired ..."?? But tired of it, I asked myself these days, tired, why? Tired of not feeling love .. Perhaps I have become deaf, or really about all I see is despair, fear and distrust that turn into aggressiveness ... There are smiles and for whatever reason .. especially the fact remains missing in my heart .. I do not know .. really seems to me that all I had taught had to be right and be enough to make me happy, not only succeeds, but not nearly gives me a bit 'of serenity and peace .. I need living, breathing fucking, I feel surrounded by apnea and hands that pull down, even the ones I cherish .. I feel the bolt around the bony arms and take me down, hold me still ..
I hear a scream, which grow into the trachea (sore today than ever before ..) salt and vibrates the vocal cords to bounce on the palate and leave in a ship without stopping ...
