Yo Era Yo

I write so many things
Like leaves the wind flies
Like themes I have left behind due to remorse
Like fingertips pressing on the throat
Begging for all that sin to come out

I laugh, they wouldn't understand
Pills after pills
Always the same monotony
Was I born to be that girl
Who marries the reflection of the one who runs away every day
Blessed idle hours, to lose consciousness
To not be that weight that weighs on my head
So that my eyes close and close the wounds within me

Without their support, I drag my body rubble
Spitting blood against the current
And if I drown, don't worry, father
That's not what matters

It's just the memory that at that moment I
Was me
I was me