All I  ever known was misery and betrayal , used and abused and destined to fail.
I didn't have faith I felt no hope struggling with the pain I could barely cope.
I had no one that cared and no where to go,  stuck in a wirl pool sinking deeper below .
I sunk to a point where I just wanted to die,  flooded with so much pain I had little tears left to cry.
I would cry myself to sleep praying for god to take me.  To get me out of this place so I could be free.
But he didn't listen I continued to fall fragile and scared I couldn't cope no more.  
I begged my mother for help but she didn't seem to care.  
I was a waste of time which she didn't want to spare.
I would barricate myself in my room
And hide under my bed.  All the messed up visions running through my head.  
For I new what was coming but I still tried to hide.
Then would come the blackmail I had to abide.
My memories still haunt me to this day.  That feeling of fear will never fade away.
And of course it didn't stop there abuse after abuse I started not to care.
I started to think I deserve to be punished,  but what for
Maybe I deserved this from the life I lived before.
I couldn't understand why I had  to go through this pain.
Years after years different men but the same.
I thought it would never end I thought I was too blame.
So I thought maybe death is the only way.  So I started cutting getting deeper and deeper every day.  I started noticing it was taking the pain away.
But then it became a normal habit my heart could no longer mend
So I swallowed packets of pills thinking this has to come to an end.

presso queste dimenticate periferie del mondo
le barricate della memoria a volte ci legano prigionieri a madornali errori e pregiudizi
così come il vestito sbagliato delle parole
che lanciamo al vento come freccie di fuoco

dovremmo imparare di nuovo ad andar lontano
verso un deserto sconfinato
e poi là soli su quella immensa spianata
ascoltarlo il vento
quello che arriva dalla direzione del futuro
e rinascere ancora ogni singolo giorno che il destino manda in terra

rinascere nudi e soli nel silenzio
e così rimanere per tempo e tempo
tutto quello necessario
e ancora

…………..

in these forgotten suburbs of the world
the barricades of memory sometimes bind us prisoners of enormous errors and prejudices
as the wrong dress of the words we throw into the wind like arrows of fire

we should learn again to go far
towards a boundless desert
and out there alone on that immense esplanade
listen to that wind
the one coming from the future

and so coming to life again every single day that fate sends to earth
coming to life naked and alone
in silence
and so remaining for time and time
all that is needed
and more
……………

en estos suburbios olvidados del mundo
las barricadas de la memoria a veces nos atan prisioneros de errores immensos y prejuicios
así como el vestido equivocado de las palabras que tiramos como flechas de fuego

deberíamos aprender de nuevo a ir lejos
hacia un desierto sin límites
y luego solos en esa inmensa explanada
escucharlo el viento
aquel que viene del futuro

y así nacer de nuevo cada singulo día que el destino envía en tierra
nacer de nuevo desnudos y solos en silencio
y así quedarse por tiempo y tiempo
todo el necesario
y más