Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

TILE

I know it's stupid to write such promises to dedicate to a new year,
that I will keep as a secret that I will never do,
a twisted fate bound in my ever-sleeping soul,
will never try to change until I die,

I am afraid of change,
and who doesn't?
But I can't change the fact that it is constant,
And I have to face it all over again,

Sometimes I feel like giving up,
so I drink some beer,
The pain will try to haunt me soon when I wake up,
but I enjoyed the night forgetting,
while vomiting inside the shop,

I like dragging myself down,
and no one should do this to me,
I am my enemy,
And this is not an invitation to put your filthy plans on me,

I am pitiful,
and I like it,
It rhymes with beautiful,
sounds like a deep mess,
deprived of money and caress,
a wandering soul,
with a heavy weight on his chest,

I am moving piece by piece,
Thinking of getting stronger each time I move,
you know that I am not used to this,
but I am trying my best,
so be careful, I am fragile, and please,
I am not here trying my all to make you please,

A new year is a new beginning,
or maybe a prequel to last year's movie,
a connected scene where the rising action lies,
and a mask to cover all the lies,

It seems like a great year to celebrate,
Please be kind to us,
even if you don't mean to,
and even we can't expect anything from you,
every piece of your tile was vivid,
and we're traumatized already,
so give it all,
but in slices, please.