quarta-feira, 15 de novembro de 2017

Medicine



Sometimes I think
That I am no one without my medicine
That no one wants to be near me
And I don't want anyone near me
Maybe if I took the medicine
I would be kind
I would be happy everytime
Just for the people
Just to please everyone
So I ask , without it
Without the medicine
Who I am?
Am I myself?
Am I true?
Am I who I want to be?
I want to be better
But I want to be independent
How do I do this, without any drugs?
Without the drugs they give me?
I don't want to restrain myself
I don't wanna to be their robot
How can I fight this?



sábado, 18 de fevereiro de 2017

Disappearing

3 anos
1095 dias
Adeus e Olá
Perdão e Amor
Raiva e Angustia
Raiva e Angustia
Batalhas per noites
Hesitações e calafrios
Pensamentos Transbordantes
Esconder Esconder Esconder Esconder
Encolher Encolher Encolher Encolher Encolher
Onde estou? O que eu estava fazendo?
Sinto me tão...Exausta...
Exaustão...Ofegante..
O que é isso?
Acho que...
Estou...
Sumindo.