I wanna die...
And I was just wondering where the Phoenix is, and if it could take me outside to see the moon... Because life’s so hard and I feel empty inside, so tired and sick that my tongue can’t dance this poem.
Such nice people across the street and sure I used to feel like a god. But now everything seems like a whole messed shit. And today I’m just right, and I’ve always been, that nobody would be there to hold me up… still ain’t nobody.
And I feel like a mess, they shout it all inside “he’s a mess, he’s a mess”… And I’ve been always trying to prove things for no matter what… because there is nobody and I‘ve been feeling like the victim for so long.
Someday, somebody can change this up. Someday, everyone may be whispering better songs by my ears… But, today, I feel just confused, and everything seems unpredictable. So I can’t keep putting these “if’s” on my life. I want to be better, people shout to me to do it. I need some new experimental games, I need get back to basics, and I don’t feel like a Victoriano anymore, even it’s me… I feel like nothing, and it’s freaking me up… I can’t touch the floor, and I don’t know why!
I can’t be asking for someone to change my life anymore. I can’t cry my life out anymore… Even I need to explode things, I’ll do it, as long as I’m ready…
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