Aveces,  
Quisiera serlo todo,  
Quisiera ser la mejor,
Quisiera tener más,
Y siempre vuelvo
Al recuerdo,
De una pequeña niña
Que no tenia nada
Pero era feliz
Y nada le hacía falta.

Maybe I’ll come across these words of suffering and incapacitated reasoning when I’m all too well,
when I’ve surpassed years of suffering and I’ve understood what it takes to be a warrior to push everyday,
to be happy.
Maybe one day the day will come,
maybe I’ll make it and cry all along
maybe I won’t
maybe I’ll reach the top and find myself
all alone.
For all I can say is
pain is my greatest power,
pain is a skill, pain is my fire
and it remains with desire to escape,
escape
all along these walls of cry
of laughter
of suffering
of no’s and can’t do’s
of joy and then ... more.


I am killing myself slowly.
I see my potential goal
and I see the waste,
I see myself in the past,
buried in the dust.
I am dying of distrust.
I am extremely lonely.
I am in despair.
The words run through my hands with negative thoughts in the air,
I am suffering,
I am pain,
I am fake,
I hate the love that loves me more than I’ll ever ever love myself
I feel like death.
I feel contained.
Tears are brought to my eyes.
I can no longer survive.
I am pain and my pain is the game,
my pain is the fire in her soul, with tears to the wounds.
I am pain
And no longer strong for the run.

My wall isn’t white anymore.
My wall is dripping in grey.
All types of greys.
My wall is decaying,
displaying its true grain.
My wall keeps falling,

my wall isn’t my wall anymore.

But the hole in the wall let’s the light through.
I’ll follow the light everywhere I go, because my ground is full of broken walls and I will keep going until I have enough to build an empire on top.