El Fin

The darkness seems to never disperse
that the world and God are against me
my heart screams desperately,
tearing me apart, hurting me more and more.

I breathe and it's not enough,
and I need something
to fill that empty space
and make me feel that I still matter.

Willpower doesn't obey me
and darkness takes over my thoughts
my scream shivered in the air
turning into a harsh lament.

So desolate and bitter the path appears to me
with so many tears shed for death
that leads both rich and humble
and that one day will come for me.

Perhaps it's human nature to seek an explanation for everything,
but only those who suffer it
know how pain feels.

But I also know that time
will heal the wounds
although the scars remain in memory
until the end of my days.