5AM.

And when the night comes crashing down,

I have to pray

to be able

to get up again.

And fight for air, 

With each breath.

Because my brain,

Is overheating.

And the point,
of all this living
Is getting blurry.

Please tell me,

How do you do

To die a little death

Every night

But beg for the chance of life

Every morning?

Tu silencios,

me dejan sorda.

Lo suficiente

como para no escuchar,

las palabras que lanzás

como dagas.

Lo suficiente como para

volver a coser 

todas mis heridas.

Pero a nuvo round, 

nuevo golpe. 

No hay respiro

entre puño y puño.

No existe momento, 

para recuperar el aliento. 

Urge me to live,
after I killed all the light in me
(all the life in me).

Urge me to live,
before my undereyes
match the night sky.

teach me how
to scream 
all this rage
away.

Urge me to breathe,
and to smile,
and even to cry.

Urge me to feel life, 
after I numbed myself
into oblivion.