Again the dark

Again the death returns to me,
again I think about the darkness,
I myself separate of the world
and the world leaves me to escape.
Another sunny weekend,
fact to everybody enjoy,
and I am scared at home,
i am crying non-stop,
I feel in my innermost being,
which it destroys up to my dignity,
which of shame went out fleeing
and I am never going to find it.
I feel that of this harmful world,
I need urgently to escape,
but do not even find either the form or the exit,
and I am suffocating at home,
But how my pain is so big,
that soon without force or sacrifice,
this is going to finish with me.

De nuevo vuelve a mí la muerte,
de nuevo pienso en la oscuridad ,
yo mismo me aparto del mundo
y el mundo me deja escapar .
Otro soleado fin de semana ,
hecho para disfrutar ,
y yo asustada en mi casa ,
llorando estoy sin parar ,
siento algo en mis adentros ,
que destruye hasta mi dignidad,
que de verguenza salió huyendo
y ya nunca la voy a encontrar.
Siento que de este dañino mundo ,
yo necesito urgente escapar ,
pero ni encuentro la forma ni la salida ,
y ahogándome estoy en mi hogar,
Pero cómo mi dolor es tan grande, que sin fuerza ni sacrificio , conmigo pronto va a acabar.

Written by Espe P.



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