quarta-feira, 25 de outubro de 2017

Poema 203

I can't really look at my body now
I know I'm fucked up in the head
I'm almost insane and I don't know how
To stop crying and live instead
Maybe I'm not really interested
That's why I always think of suicide
I am a work who will never be completed
Because my mind doesn't work right
One day I'll have that courage
The one that made me go through so many pills
Meanwhile I lay alone in bed
Whishing the world wasn't real 

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