Torture and sadness are what I live day after day,
your image and memory perforate my hopeless and disturbing heart, which is devoured by my stormy but slowly depression.
The noisy sarcasm takes all of my senses. Why?
The loneliness my only friend leaves me, I so fragile, so not me, so...
My anxious body empty of love, real and unconditional love,
which my atrophied brain imagines, because nobody will give it to me...
