Cap XXV- Beautiful Lie

I find myself trying insistently to believe that things will one day be different ...

Trying to believe that what they say they feel for me is true ...

Trying to deceive the heart, making my mind tell him that everything he sees is a lie ...

Trying to deceive life, when she already told me that everything I have lived is just a beautiful lie ...

A lie that is gradually throwing me to the bottom of an oil well in the middle of the isolated desert ...

A lie that looks like an ax, constantly and repeatedly hitting the last wooden pillar that supports and keeps me standing ...

It is a beautiful lie that perhaps one day it will be better, because after 24 short years of life none of the new attempts ended better than before ...

And when they notice that I left, premeditatedly don't pretend to care that they care and want to know ...

Because if I left, it was because I got tired of living believing in your Beautiful Lies.