Today seems to be ...
one of those days
In which life takes you
On the verge of hysteria
Of madness
And you feel sick
Without desire to live
Manic-depressive
Hyperhidrosis runs through my whole being Without being relieved one of those days
In which my immune system
Becomes hypersensitive
Memories will appear
That I hid so much
Will appear as mental lagoons
To become explosives
In my neurons
I'm scared
To me, shadow, to be
To everything that surrounds me to reality Days to want to escape
As a means of self-defense
Without being damaged
Hide under a smile
Of solitude of sadness
Days of Depression
In which you try to self-medicate
Trying to calm the pain
To calm down the sadness
Looking for antibodies that
Kill the feelings
You inject sedatives of illusion
What causes amnesia
So you do not remember last
So urgent to forget
And the only thing you know how to do
It is daydreaming
Have dreams that
They will never pass
Wandering in a world
What your mind created
A world where
Only found the happiness
Where you have the control
The days when
You lose the reason
And consciousness
You become melancholic suicidal
That moment when
Your world becomes surreal
You feel like a
Picasso work something beautiful
When you look at kid pictures
You carry yourself into the past
To your childhood
You see you used to be happy
You played everything without
To be nothing
When you spend a bitter drink
And you transpire frustration
By the pores of the soul
An identity crisis is attacking you
Without knowing who you are
You use inconsistencies to express yourself Surrounded by complexes and memories Traumas that will always be one of those days In which my immune system
Becomes hypersensitive.
