Poema: Unreal

Sometimes I think I can die
I think actually I'm not real at all
I can be anything
And I want to be nothing.

Sometimes the air of the world makes me feel sick
there is not such a space in the ground to
make myself rest this thoughts

When I wake up every night crying like a child
Like I do over the years in every
nightmare in every dream I had
I just want to die
and don't have dreams at all

Sometimes the hope stagnates in my heart
And grow up making me feel like I will explode
Inside of me is a rock that push me so hard
with all the force of my troughs so close
And I know I deserve it all and much
because I AM NOT REAL AT ALL.