Time to Disappear

Maybe is time to disappear

Maybe not ..

I'm sick of all these things

That burns me inside

Day by day .. Night by night

I look around myself 

In the middle of thousand people

And I just feel alone by my own

I'm still here

But I'm not 

What can I do

If everything I try to do

May doesn't mean anything

This is is my prayer

This is my punishment

This is my sin

(Escrito a 25 agosto 2016)

© frank mckenna