I have no tears
And I'm dying every day
And did not prepare myself for a goodbye ...
Torture is psychological and weakens me
Live every day as if it were the last
But that is an universal observation
What will taking only a tear
Stuck in the unconscious that don't gushing blood
and not another drop of silence ..
The wrinkle skin and the heart cry
My conflict is not visible
My smile is just a false portal card
A non-existent land and a false memory
A false joy that never existed ...
Who am I now?
Does exist?
Never asked those question!
And now I find myself the courage
and dared to ask hard to unconscious
pulsating, live, feel, but it doesn't exist
It does not hold hurts, but that's torture every second
and I have not prepared myself for a brief goodbye ...
(Joyce Martins)
