So...

If you ask me how I feel, I wont know what to answer; things seem go by, mi mind seems so neutral, the air dries my lips, the sun heats my skin; all the inner peace that I wanted to feel, has to sit again and wait... just wait.
I feel tired, with no words to spell, no wishes to wonder, no smile in my soul, and I ask to myself, am I good? am I fine? It's this ok? And if it is, why I am not feeling like it? And just wait... wait.
And I swallow the oppressive and sour question, and I keep thinking, with my hands almost exploiting, my vains blowing, the constant grind of my teeth against each other.
The darkness of the dawn covers me, so then I close my eyes and I say: I want this; and I scream to the top of my lungs, with all the anger and frustration that I posses and I start to scratch my arms, because I want to have human moments, and I just can't feel no pain, and I wait.... wait for tomorrow, a beautiful sunshine that will make me smile, a cold breeze that it's gonna make my skin got tickles, a pure air that I'm gonna breath and it will bring peace to my heart, a beautiful scene that my eyes would be delightful to contemplate, with no disturbance around, no penetrating nails attached to my body, no burning tears rolling down my cheeks, no more pain, no more broken hearts, and my arms will be extended to hold and never leave all that joy that I been waiting for; and I realize... I realize, that tomorrow, it's not today... and I wait... wait.