I need power to cut
my late-night tears of insomnia.
If I hide the suffering
I could fool those who make me suffer,
to depend only on my head
and not on the pills that hypocrites bring.
The problem is these tears
that introduce the soul
into the madhouse.
YOU ARE READING
When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
