Desnuda

You wake up
The only thing you're sure about is that you have to get up...
And you search
For some way to do it.

You think about it
And you realize this is already the fifth or sixth...
And you search
For a way to forget it.

You buy yourself
Some cigarettes and sugar-free gum
And the sweetness
Tastes like tobacco ash.

And you cry
For not finding any safe path
And you ignore
That safety is not a place...

And I, dressed in my suit of uselessness.
And you, naked and not knowing where to walk.
Pain between us...
Distance to close...
Because maybe a simple hug could heal us.

And you dream
And you realize that your dreams scare you
And you search
For a way to push them away.

You think about it
And you realize it's the eighth or ninth
And you search
For another way to forget it.

You manage
To turn your pains into forgetfulness
And you find
That forgetfulness also hurts.

You search for
Something to distract your sadness
And you forget
That your sadness is not in charge.

And I, dressed in my suit of uselessness.
And you, naked and not knowing where to walk.
Pain between us
Distance to close
Because maybe a simple hug could heal us.