Rosa dos Ventos

Compass VII [texto 28]

I'm so tired of this.
This non-stop pain,
that never goes away, that always grows.
I'm so fucking hurt at this point that I don't know if I'll ever recover.
Cause the only moments I get to heal are the ones that I'm proven wrong, and I rarely am.
This sad, unfair and pathetic reality keeps pushing itself on me, like a freaking curse.
And I'm tired.
I'm so tired.

This time,
I wish I could waste my time with something more.
I wish I could hurt,
with anything else but this.
Anything, Any little and silly thing to be sad about,
Other than the one I've always been.
I don't want this.
This burden, this deception,
And I've already accepted it.
So why can't nothing just fucking change, for once?
Why?

Why doesn't it stops?