Promise me
You wont talk to anybody about your emotions
They are mine and mine alone
I hoped by sharing, i would get solutions
They arent really emotions
They are pathologic
Still i hoped i would get solutions
I hoped and hoped and told anybody that would listen
I guess am stronger
But no solution
It made me lose hope and it has made me stronger
There is nothing more beautiful
Moving through life without hope
I just keep moving

"Become emotionally dead
Leave your body"
This is what i want to become
i am not emotionally dead
I cant help it
I live for my mother
I am afraid to think what would happen
What would happen if she died
I guess ...i dont know
I guess i believe and always believed i would die before her
The things shes been through
At least she has her religion
I dont
"Become emotionally dead,
Leave your body "
I guess i have hope
Becoming emotionally dead is my hope  
Moving has been harder and harder
Everyday
Little by little i have been losing parts of me
I can feel it
I can feel it