hi I'm alejo

Even if I feel like I'm changing,

I always go back to desperation.

I don't know why, because my life is good,

Or at least that's what they say.

I have a girlfriend and I love her,

But I can't tell her how I feel almost every day.

How can I describe something that even I don't know what it is?

Since I was 12, I've thought about suicide, but I'm never doing it.

I'm not a coward, I want to live.

But how can I live a life if I'm just a jar of frustrated dreams?

Sometimes I don't like my career,

Sometimes I don't like my life,

But I'm always fine,

I'm always here.

I think it'll always be like that,

And nobody will ever be aware of it.

And she's there,

On the other side of the room,

Arguing about everything again,

Acting like I can’t do anything right,

But I don’t care anymore,

I don’t even listen,

I don’t even try to argue back,

I would’ve never imagined getting sick of her,

Who could imagine that?

While I’m thinking, she still tries to stab me with her words,

It's scary sometimes,

but I'm not scared anymore.

I want to give them the privilege of having control of my heart.

If it goes wrong, it doesn't matter; it's worth it.