Se existir dor...

Se existir dor, não te deixes ficar, não te permitas desistir. Um dia tudo será claro, as lágrimas ter-te-ão deixado ver coisas que mais ninguém vê, o peso do mundo nos teus ombros será ocupado por asas leves e luminosas, os gritos mudos vão libertar-te das correntes... E embora ainda exista dor, vais poder voar.


Joana Inocêncio (Luna)

Loss - Cut Up, Depressed, and Alone

Carving... my skin
Reveals... the face... of... tragedy

Better... to feel
The pain... fully
Than to drift
In the emptiness

Between nothing
And sadness

Cut up
Depressed
Alone

Wounds as deep (as any) burial
(And) sorrow deeper than any wound
I gave (myself)
Thicker than any scar
I left
For me
There is no hope

Left alone in here
For there is no escape
A life painted with blood (and loss)
The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge

And these wounds of mine will never fucking heal
All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel