It's that strange feeling that I feel
I hold and I have
with such a small heart I hate so immense
I think I think and I think
I calm down and start again to feel tense
and although I try not to beat him
it does not let me see clearly
nor listen to kindness
much less talk quietly
it is hatred and contempt
What makes me blind
that damn voice that says to me that I can
it burns like fire that makes me colder than ice
always clouds my sky and stains my floor
I would like to taste blood like honey
of everyone who contributes to inject this hatred into my skin
and if there is a god above I ask him for a long life
to all my enemies who threw me saliva
to die of anger
when they see me at the top
drowning in his vomit full of lies
I have as many feelings as tempano
as much desire to live as a suicide
maybe two or three are saner than me
because it is spite that I feel to life
Resentment is the world where I live
he feeds me gives me dress up the air q I breathe
sometimes I confuse if I'm awake
or I'm asleep
xq I do not waste time
dreaming what I have not fulfilled
I listen to my ear speaking to me with a girl's voice
subtly humiliates me
mocks acts like an ornilla
that makes my blood boil
crazy about being spilled
and circulated by a heart where there is nothing
I only burn resentment I hate hatred
it's easy for me not to be with me against me
with them burned pillows beaten
spilled tears
de la arrecherav these are his works
the grudge
like noon the sun
like the time on the clock
like the aroma on the flower
like the vice that you know that kills but you do not let
it sounds in my kbeza like the noise of rain on the tiles
it makes you complex
it handles you
he uses you
it's so much that sometimes I hide it with a smile
that you get mad
and when you think it ends
Gentle hatred caresses and starts again
I have as many feelings as tempano
as much desire to live as a suicide
maybe two or three are saner than me
because it is spite that I feel to life
Only among all we can make this a better place :)