Every day I fight myself,
I doubt and I am sure,
i am happy and sad.
In this period I am full of uncertainties,
Every day I feel convinced to do one thing,
but I doubt what I want,
because the struggle to obtain it is arduous.
I suffer and I tell myself that I shouldn’t,
which I would not like.
I fight between two different wills,
between the one that tells me to quit
and that says not to.
I don’t know who will win here,
surely it’s always me,
so I win regardless.
I’m tired of these mood swings,
I would like to spend a day without fuss …
and instead even when you are doing your own cock, something is wrong …
struggle between what I want to do,
and what I think is best …
I pray that something will change.
But … in the end that’s just how it goes: when things change,
who knows if you’re doing it too, now that you’ve decided to clean up …
I hope you can get better,
even if I am among those you cut …
I also did this when I was a little bit your age,
but then I realized it was a bad thing …
endless, even for you, huh?
I hope to see you again, when we are both matured,
it was not time, it is not time for us …
“Maybe it never will be” …
Between the sides of myself,
who are never right or right,
who can both give me what I want,
how many I can stand …
I hope that one day these efforts will pay off …
That’s how it went for today …
We’ll see tomorrow.