The Jail

Can not  go ahead ,
can not  go back ,
can not go anywhere ...

nobody to talk to ,
nobody to hear me out ,
nobody to love
or even to hate ...

This is as if  part of my death-destiny ,
a long death in the life sad destiny .

I'm crazy , I know it well .
Have I my rights as a human should
if not  so be ... it!

I'm not calm or quiet.

I wish I hadn't this body ,
I wish I was anything
because I can do anything
in this world , but I can not see it
because I am drowning in myself ,
without a language to say what I have to say .

There is not any language ,
not just for me, but for all !

but I have been very tired ...

my heart is too sick !