Remember that day?
the day things broke down,
the day that froze my skin and washed away all my innocence,
the day that kept all my tears closed in a jar.

That very same afternoon
I heard the noises coming out of my throat,
the little sobs that the wind took away
like If nothing ever happened,
like If no tears were wasted that day.

That very same cold day
I watched the sunset,
I ignored the voices,
I closed my door
and hid myself from the rest
cause the rest could never understand.

No one could ever understand
how it feels to be the extra,
the x that everyone tries so desperately to get rid off
and I was so close that day,
I almost felt it
The cold breathe was so near me,
the infinite nights of peace were right in front of me.

That voice that I heard that very same day,
was the voice that took away the little capsules of dead that my very same hand hold,
that very same dark, cold, sunday night.