There's something getting hiding, it refuse to get out, so dim, so deep; I'm trying to put some control over it, but its kind difficult, almost impossible..
Is like a paranoid through my veins, through my back, screaming, it want to see through my eyes, but I'm closing it tightly, I'm raving and fighting... Against me, quarreling, making it delaying, refraining it; cause I know the time will be so unpleasant, that moment when it get to go out..
Is hurting my heart, it has stricken my soul, I has been wasting my strength, staying in weakness, forgetting even how to laugh, how to smile, even how to sleep; retaining it with all my might, with every breath, but causing a scar, every time I tried...
I closed myself into a hermetic box, I tied it strongly, because I know the time will be so unbearable, that moment when it get to go out...
Somebody, stop it!, I hear myself crying, but is not the right sentence, somebody, stop me!, because all this retention will have a consequence..
I can see the damage coming, I can see the tears falling, I can see the pain arriving, hurts, everywhere, but not only my own wounds; and not only my own fall..
Don't let it escape, don't let it desert from its hiding place; I put a stone, but damn! I'm losing control, I already drained all my forces.. yes I know, the time will be so wicked, that moment when it get to go out...