I could never imagine the pain of existence
It would be so much greater than the pain by the marks on my body!
Hiding horrible marks on my mind...
As a Saturday night where a little peace would reign
And violence has taken space, like a crazed beast ...
Forgot how to cry, stuck between my fingers
And choking between my teeth...
Everything destroyed around me!
And only a question:
- After all, where do I go?
I don't know! "Go away from this life!" Would be a good idea.
Much better than the verses of tears that overflowing
In this small piece of newsprint,
Written by a broken pencil, covered with infinite Sadness ...
(Joyce Martins)
