What I do

I'm writting, thinking
tormenting myself,
as always
hoping, expecting
planning, doubting
fearing, wishing
hurting, crying
And all I want
is to rest for a while
of this landslide of thoughts
of this whole torment
of this exhausting life

I wanna sleep for a while
sleep away my fears
sleep away desire

I need to become something
wich is able to build
to do, to undo
I must become somenone
who can live alive

Probably, I need to die
and reborn
a hundred times
to become
finally
who I really am