I am entering the first steps of my truth, which cannot be verified. I enjoy the sweet melody of my reality, which cannot be achieved.
Misery, mercy, I play on the main agreements of a life, of my life.
A whole life of contradictions, in search of less sign of blessing, this world is cruel.
I implore my creator, I still move away from love, from my loved ones.
Life is cruel, I no longer keep my promises, maybe it's you who doesn't recognize your mistakes.
You let me down, or I'm the one who over_estimated you again.
Ignoring one day, still ignoring.
To death any semblance of modesty, I receive every day a notification from my heart, it regains a little more of its magnitude under your old layer of stench.
My darling, you make yourself feel guilty, anything goes, I stopped loving you.
A few thorns in the abdomen, I will always love you more than my words, Anna made you my worst Halloween parties.
Since I tasted depression, already addicted to this melancholy, I push my limits.
Happy is worse than depression, I prefer your contempt than your fake laughs.
I would rather suffer than cure.