Some times, some days, I just simply wish that I could write
that i could just say what I see inside my mind
But most days I am so lost
there is so much that goes in this life
I can't understand it
I fight hard to stay around
to keep my feet above the clouds
Because the reality drives me crazy
to feel my body dying
and fighting with all its might to stay alive
creating veins that do not exist
tolerating pain while feeling sick
it has become hard to write
to know what I would like to say
my mind has become blurry
as if every real thought
was hidden at the end of a maze
yet I try
