Falling at depth 1/2: Pre S.A.D symptoms.

Easy to broke, easy to drop,

just as my secure self

after a TV spoke’s man, some overdose

ended all fucked up and

laying down by the floor.

I will stay KO for, don’t know

much longer.

Until I find a cure for the pain

or something, that I truly care.

¿Wait, all of that really exist?

¿am I still driving on the highway?

Woke up, say something

¿Don’t you like silence?

It can harm too…

¿Is there anything isn’t harmful?

Anxiety, asphyxia, Nausea,

Sadness,

everything attached to some

I’m crazy about you kind of feeling.

¿Can anybody tell true about growing up?

There is a lot of kids out there on the streets,

sniffing glue and getting dumb, because

they’re tired

because they had to hear crap after crap,

they all had to deal with a nonchosen hell

and that gets you ill.

If it is pain, some kind of paint

that you can clean, and dissolve

with alcohol and drugs.

If there is a gateway for 3,99 each,

¿Is that the reason to get them all sick?

I will say that I love you,

while I wait, for

my perfect day.

I really want to be your best friend,

but I’m running out of air,

almost without a breath.

¿ Can you hug me and never leave me?

I know is too much to ask for,

but my soul is hanging from a rope

In some tree lost in the woods

and I don’t know…

¿Where is it?

I’m just waiting in the fire. I’ll burn away.