às vezes demoro um tempo para acordar.
               Can't seem to escape my thoughts;

I used to get so angry,
so frustrated...
now, all I can feel is that it will pass -
as I already know the process.
I just think of its end -
as if i could never live pass through this again.

They will never know what's like.
They'll never know what is like to be me
                              while i'm feeling all this.
And I can't seem to put it out in a way you could understand.


I just can't.