Sometimes i want,
From the depth of my soul,
Something that brings me comfort.
I feel empty, totally hollow,
I feel I can't swallow.
That tightness in the chest comes,
And nothing scrums.
But sometimes, I don't want it to go.
Sometimes, for loving myself,
Pain helps.
I feel guilty with anything,
Knowing the world did everything.
But what if it is my fault?
That possibility scares me.
I wanted that voice,
that voice that says,
"It wasn't your fault",
But the truth is short.
I don't know if I want to improve,
Because I go deeper into the void,
No matter how despicable it seems,
Is the most plausible answer in my dreams.
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Não acho que eu consegui traduzir direito e ao mesmo tempo fazer rimar, mas eu tentei. Ficou aceitável, sabe?
Vou fazer mais depois (ou outro dia), tchau 💕
