Embracing Solitude: A Deep Dive into Mental Isolation
The Reality of My Inner World
It's my damn truth: half genius and half normal. A girl goes out; whatever you do, the prize will not change my mood. There is this bad feeling that I have—pale; with my colleagues, I'm not warm.
There is no healing; I wonder what happens and I confine myself to looking seriously. I feel loved; he really says I am far. He looks at me and he sees a constant disappointment. And if life is a moment, I forget that I exist today.
Seeking a Desert Escape
I want my desert escape without being seen. Out of this circle, fly to another place, stand still; there is my amulet: solitude.
The Swing of Isolation
Nothing and no one is with me today in this swing. I want to be alone, if only everything will be fine. There is nobody to talk to; I cannot breathe. For once, the world's road (x2).
The Weight of Public Perception
I care not what the rest say to be happy, which I envy for all you get. My only enemy is broken from this mind, baby, pushing open forbidden doors into the vacuum.
I smile for commitment, and I almost do not see mine: my family, the people who loved me most. I rap with my grief; I do not enjoy it, it is my poison. Do you write? You write, but I'm not so good.
A Heart Like Winter in Finland
And if I lose confidence, tied to the fact, I pay like a zombie; I never overcame my fears. I kept a covenant with God, but it's too sad; He never talks to me, and I'm not saying that He is there.
The North is lost, only lost when you play with fear. Treacherous nerves are felt, thinking through my fingers. I can take it and avoid it, and nothing changes. Now my heart is like a winter in Finland.
There is no anger, only sorrow; my veins rot with gangrene. I am the missing piece of the puzzle that was born on October 1st, and has since lived, doomed and mad.
Final Reflections on Loneliness
A barbed rose: whoever plays with it bleeds. I sought company, but I performed a monologue. I didn't make a happy ending, and I will stay in the prologue. The drug is the worst psychologist; it never cured me, I just drown. I just want to run to another horizon and be alone.
The Final Chorus
Nothing and no one is with me today in this swing. I want to be alone, if only everything will be fine. There is nobody to talk to; I cannot breathe. For once, the world's road (x2).
For anyone who has felt lonely, empty, or like a wandering stranger between oceans of skulls. For anyone who cannot escape the damage; Nach, my contemporary ills. Nothing and no one—that the world's street.