I need something

I would like to tell you

all those things that you like,

Talk about what I miss

To a being that is not there,

I call you at night

That without you I don't survive

But it's not true. 

Lately I don't dream about anything

Just to get my health back. 

Now that my sentence 

It's a bed 

and my life is summarized 

5 square meters

And I hold back the desire 

To scream in the name 

Of the fallen...

There's not much to think about

Just to stop feeling 

The fire that burns me

Like dry firewood under the skin.

Remember dear

A man without health

Stop loving everything external

To take refuge in its deepest hell.

Now that I look at the past closely

I'm sorry you had 

Than knowing the disorder 

that lived in my mind 

The drawers that I didn't pick up

And maybe one day I'll get to do it

It's nobody's job 

Heal the wounds of others. 

But we learned it 

When we were already bleeding

the hands 

For porcelain hearts

rebuilt.

we got lost

and the wind blew

And the bird flaps its wings

Now that I stay 

In bed

I'm not talking about love either.

Walter Alan Nielf