Hypochondriac

I’m writing these letters
If my rotten hand, my agony, they allow me…
Tremors are shaking my hand
Blades stab my body and all this mind
Nightmares when I’m awake
They appear when I less need them, they don’t go away
Sanity leaves me to my fate
Cold sight that brings this fear I hate
Are you fine?
No… You are not fine
Nightmares when I’m awake
They appear when I less need them, they don’t go away
I refuse the pass of time
Every second I spend is a step that brings me to die
Are you fine?
No… You are not fine
In the end I learnt to appreciate life
Not to care about the shit that everybody says
This is only learnt with kicks and thumps
This is only learnt when you are full of trash