Today.
I was actually falling.
I was standing against them, trying to lit their eyes,
and they haven't even listened to me.
And the hits just came, and I can't to the right things,
falling every time.
And then it doesn't even feel bad,
to imagine your will.
Because it may not seem as a good enough reason to kill yourself,
but I don't think I have the strenght to stay around so much time.
I'm exhausted.
And what is this life, anyway? just a bunch of moments gathered together,
creating your past.
I hate trying to explain it, this WORTHLESS which seems the right word for what I feel.
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