Ask Me

ask me if i'm happy
what do you expect me to answer?
it will be a lie
if i tell you
that i'm ok
because the truth is
that i can't stand being myself
and how i get to be and feel like this?
it has been so long
too much time waiting
too much time wasted
for what?
i don't even know
after all
i'm not wotrhing enough
for a life like everyone else's life
coz i'm not normal
can you see it?
coz is not normal
to think everyday
in a form of escape
on a romantic death
with tears that will never be poured
in faces that i will never get to know
it is normal to think every single day
in a funeral to myself?
in a way to die?
in the many forms that my body will lay
when i get through suicide?

dancing at the end of the way
where will i fall?