ReaDo

I thought death was my friend, because I thought of it every day. I thought of it as my friend because nights was filled of dead, of killing, be killed or killing myself, I thought it was my friend because I was prepared. Then I thought 'Would the police be my friend if I rob a bank?' I didn't want to be friend of Death, I didn't want to escape her, I only wanted a friend, and it was the only thing that I thought it would never let me alone.

If only time stopped if only my body didn't grow up my mind is the same and the same will be forever. I can't grow up, I want, maybe, but I can't. It's scary how adults build complicated lies. It's scary how children can't understand me. It's scary how it seems that I must go on when my soul is dead. Maybe it have yet to be born.

I know this space is yours, so if you don't wanna, you can delete (I think), no grudges. I was saying, I know this place is yours, but you write in a way that cause chaos inside, and so I wrote here. If you don't like, I'm sorry...

I follow the truth deep inside the dark, I follow the truth without a star's spark, I follow what I want, but I don't wanna suffer, but I follow the truth and here I feel lighter, I can't have fait, 'cause all crumble if I think of lie. But oh, if I lie, I lie so much that the truth can only hide.