Hiding

 Day by day my soul dies
slowly, the time pass
and each minute means
a diferent grade of pain

But sun always come back
even after the darkest nigth
that's what always people said
when saw the sadness on my eyes

And something cold gets inside me
growing, making me inhuman
ressistent against a little lightning of hope
because it knows that that can destroy me, us

So now I can't laught
I just smile as a mask
to hide myself inside the wall
the wall will always protect me
against the happines, because the happines
always bring the suffering behind

Why is so hard just sit down in front a computer and talk about something in another language????

I just don't know it, I just know that everytime I try to do a post, I spend a lot of time sitting here in my desk, imagining what I'm going to post, and at the end I left the computer whitout have done anything. That is so pathetic, isn't it????