Poemas De Un Chico Enfermo.

Degradation

Fear is running through my head
Life knows that I try to be myself
but it is impossible lying in my bed
It really feels like it's the end.

I cannot make a sound
cause I'm dying on the ground
Could you tell me if pain is true?
Do you want me to give a clue?

Look at my eyes
I'm dead
You see?

Fuck, fix me.
Try to love myself
Hug me please
I'm dead.