Oh, my eyes, my head, and fears,
Who would say I was right when
Having fulfilled destiny, there’s no will
For life to dwell within my being,
When no mental barrier
Stops me from interrupting
What I carry inside.
Why is it so hard to find
Reasons not to give up?
When it rains, it is because by raining,
The plants are watered.
When night falls, it is because at night
The stars shine,
For the eyes of those who wish to see them.
And I, tired, see no future in
The future that was reserved for me.
I call for the end
That will come without delay,
Even if I must act myself,
Moving the hands of the clocks.
Blood dripping, the mental pressure
Like thousands of needles
Piercing skin that no longer understands
How to separate the individual from the rest of the world.
Truth be told,
Nothing and everything are the same.
My presence was never perfect,
Incomparable, it never reached the heights
Of the ideals you created while
I was absent.
If only I were no longer here, then
You could hold on to what is best,
Which I never managed to build.
The image you have of me—
Be happy with that ideal,
Beautiful and incredible,
Wonderful, brave, and joyful.
Be happy with the illusion.
I never truly existed.
