Suicide note I
There´s this pain, inside my body, physically all is healthy, but there´s something unusual, growing like cancer, but it´s not, it´s a deep cut.
My mind tells me to stop with it, it´s no longer a simple thought, it´s a weight that has no measure and yet it consumes my whole energy.
I didn’t know this [light]weight was capturing my will, my soul.
I´m hurting myself just by living, psychosomatics cuts all over me, cutting and hurting through.
And the more miserable I´m, than most numb I´ll become.
Drowning inside my own shadow, this darkness taste like blood.
I´m chocking with it.
Even now the concept of success is odd to me. In my eyes, I don´t see any more days, no more nights, no more time. Here is only chaos.
