all the days waiting.
waiting for the right moment
to shout and be myself
and yet the pain comes back again.
thinking about changing,
changing the person I am
cause that's what the world wants.
but asking myself what I want
and all pages go blank.
feeling like I deserve nothing
and ask my self a question.
that should I be someone they want me to be.
or like each and every single second feels like hell is burning your face.
feelings can be beautiful but hard sometimes.
having sad days and sad showers
crying myself in bed
feeling like you can't breathe.
and feeling like your own emotions are killing you slowly.
the confidence dies
and depression awakens
little by little.
feeling like no way but death
but thinking if it's worth it.
thinking about the beauty of life,
and just like that pain takes over
trying to find a solution to the loneliness.
and yet the mind is thinking about death.
the pain was trauma
seen things that should be seen.
and heard thing that affect the brain and heart.
feeling non affection nor love.
in need of support but feeling pain
feeling like no one cares.
and the situation proves the point
feeling like sharing the feelings.
but no one can help
asking for advice
but you are far from understanding.
all day waiting.
for the music of sadness to stop,
but fate wants you to suffer.