All your life

All your life, you fight against your own demons, these elements that are sometimes buried so deep, these thoughts so dark and inevitable, that you try in vain to forget, all these little things that you hide, all your ill-being, all these memories, all those moments of your life that did not unfold as you had thought, as you would have wished, as stupid and simplistic as it was that ended up marking you, as strongly as a fucking red iron placed on your buttocks, so came to register in the depths of your skull, so often evidenced by your memory, came like a fucking iceberg to hit you, making dark these fucking days, which should however so easily go well, so be assimilated to beautiful sunny days, where for once in your life everything should have smiled at you, you find yourself in trouble to let yourself wither, rot, as if you had not finally deserved to go and recover, these positive elements to integrate into your life to accumulate them and finally succeed in building you an easy situation, posed, or you will only have to enjoy, thus leaving you well surrounded, protected, and enlightened because deep inside you, your demons always come back Hell is not so far from us, it is not a simple place that awaits your death, it is It is golden and already present, the closest to you when you doubt each day a little more with time, questioning each time a little more, relieving you of your own trust, you don’t even have a little ego anymore, you end up curling up, like a newborn fetus, not even wanting to move, because for you in the end fighting is not even supposed anymore, you convince yourself unfortunately that you can never arrive, to crush those fucking demons that come to haunt you, that even in the best of lives can have been created, on ordinary things that should never have counted... The fire in you burns burns and does not go out, even every day you lose a little more hope, one day will come or all these fucking thoughts will end up being fully erased, and where you can finally fix yourself in the mirror and feel the heat that has evacuated all these elements, while waiting continues to hold you straight, bombs the chest and erects you in a splendid shield, so ready to protect yourself You see the ones around you manage to advance, through all these paths that have always seemed too risky, you have always convinced yourself that you were going to leave your skin, but in the end you only left your ego. This mountain at the bottom of which while waiting continues to hold you straight, bombs the chest and erects you in a splendid shield, so ready to protect yourself You see the ones around you manage to advance, through all these paths that have always seemed too risky, you have always convinced yourself that you were going to leave your skin, but in the end you only left your ego. This mountain at the bottom of which you hide, makes you rise every evening a little more trouble, taking badly every remark that can be made to you, even on the most beautiful days of holidays, simply because you can no longer appreciate yourself, so much so that you end up feeling the others move away, leading you even more to sink into the depths of its shadows that end up skinning and squeezing you, which leads you to lose every day a little more your loved ones and all those who have always mattered to you, because they end up getting tired of waiting for you to wake up one day, to recover that spark that already animated you, that made them appreciate you, taking you into the abyss of solitude, from which few emerge with good certainties As soon as you finally see your life light up, because you have finally decided, to take with your body its shadows and demons that have so day, to recover that spark that already animated you, that made them appreciate you, taking you into the abyss of solitude, from which few emerge with good certainties As soon as you finally see your life light up, because you have finally decided, to take with your body its shadows and demons that have so long devoured you, that a beautiful future and ready to shine seems to loom, you realize that the others have thus left, Because on the rope you have already pulled too much, just as good as you could be, the comedy only lasted too long and even if for once everything was finally going to be better, you cannot blame them for having given up and ended up listening, the others who made them open their eyes, who led them so to run away, simply because it was their own life that you were rotting, but, do not worry you will eventually get out and those you loved so much, they too will succeed in progressing and advancing, because they will thus be able to find the one who will know how to free them from this pseudo golden cage, in which involuntarily you have locked them and finally these little birds will fly free of their own wings they will thus be able to find the one who will know how to free them from this pseudo golden cage, in which involuntarily you have locked them and finally these little birds will fly free of their own wings "End"