I hear all this voices. People asking desperately for
help. All the yelling…
It makes me think I am crazy.
All the time I live with the feeling something is necessarily
going wrong. That some tragedy is about to happen. That is only a matter of
time.
I had my own personal tragedies but these ones are not
alike. They track me down. They are going to find me. I live knowing this, I
feel it, I hear it in my head.
When I’m falling asleep, while I’m hearing some music,
I have to stop it because I’m practically sure there’s someone screaming or so.
I guess I’m afraid of these things because is very
possible for them to happen. I certainly didn’t think all the crap that
happened to me was actually going to happen, but it did.
I don’t want to live like this. I don’t want the first
thing I come up with every time the phone rings is that someone I love is dead,
or kidnapped, or committed suicide.
Why can’t you save
anybody?
I want to start living, mostly because is getting to
late for me already. I feel like I’m being anchored to a pile of sad shit.
Everybody has moved on, it wasn’t easy, but they all have. I can’t move. I can’t
do what I love or what I think I love. I can’t do what I’m supposed to do either.
I’m drowning in my own self, with the voices living in my mind, just wondering
¿When it’s going to be my time?
