Sometimes i know
That tears tastes
Beyond salt and pain
It tears the heart
Sometimes I wished
I was someone else
Even without knowing him
Sometimes i can’t speak
Not because I am happy
But because the leave
In my pancreas is bitter
Sometimes I believe
Words – not the best said
But the ones that deride me
Sometimes i wish
– I was dead or never born
Even after the sweet taste of air
Sometimes i can’t control
My eyelids cause it
Dehydrates my body with wasted tears
Sometimes I wish
My dreams could come true
Even without me being prepared
sometimes – I do this Everytime.
