I need to cry...

I need to cry...

The weight of the very tiring life strikes on me again leaving me without strength for me to raise with my own legs.

I kneel in front of my own weakness, desiring an empty space where I can squeak at ease without no one hear me, where I can conceal to my shame that I confront every day by know that the happiness that I feel is basically a false feeling of what I feel in the reality, where I can liberate the contained rage in my inside that I accumulated from situations where I always stood calm.

I find myself isolated from everything and everybody...

Where to neither the nothing reach me.

There are times that silence looks to be so noisy the peace looks impossible...

It looks barely impossible to flee the crowd that surrounds me. I press myself hard but desiring to screw your arms all over me pretending that your arms hold me tight at the moment. As itself never let me leave. But that rage I feel of myself by that...

I just imagine!!

I'd Wish to learn how to close and open it in a completely different world, as yours by example... I feel myself threatened to close my eyes. I live always with the sensation that the dark night will put out my eyes leading me for far from the little light that living with the small hope that remains in me. I Would like that you were here, to scare away my fears.

Every time is necessary for me to cry.