It's my time to concentrate, I can't go on like this, it's true that I have a lot of things on my mind and in my heart... maybe more in my heart, but I can't go on like this.
I can't give myself back the spark of happiness, but this is more material than sentimental at the moment I find myself, yes, I relapsed, after years of ignoring myself, I can no longer act. My position is always correct.
My heart knows that I relapsed, that cannot affect me in my different activities, I hope not.
My look in the reflection of the mirror knows it just like I do, nothing is the same anymore, in addition to having a tired look I have to keep it focused, they don't allow me to fall.
My anger increases every time I return to the same place, I can't get out of there, I told myself, I don't know why I couldn't run when I had the chance.
Not a single tear comes out of my cheeks, they can't anymore... How curious, a few days ago I had tears of blood coming out.
I keep thinking about how I can get out of the same place, I know it's not worth it, but I want to believe that I can get out of there.
