sexta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2017

I see

There's a feeling in my stomach 
that is getting bigger and bigger
It's curious how it spreads quickly into an empty space 
But I'm whispering to you that I can hardly stand 
He's devouring and biting the walls of my body, everything 
But I don't let him out 
I squeeze it tightly with all my strength and soft bones 
So it does not escape
It's hard, very hard
And when I do, I'm just facking some strength that I really don't have
I bite my lips and almost cry
Always swallowing the tears so that he may die drowned for good
or maybe to die without air when I shut my mouth to keep from screaming 
I'm really trying to breath and continue to not keep punching the walls 

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