a r i a

parlo di droga la droga mi parla mi dice bellissima

inform your self before having a child

te lo giuro ti amo ma ti prego stammi lontano

tanta rabbia e rancore che sparisce solo quando mi sfiori il collo

non ti trovo nel letto, queste lenzuola mi stringono il collo

a noi due non ci resta che rollarcene un’altra

io ti ho sentito,

non dirmi che non ti ho sentito.

My birthday is on 31 Dec.

Cool right? Almost the whole world is partying with you.

Everyone is cheering, except for

You.

You spend the whole day crying, waiting for you friends to arrive and your parents to go away, in order to be finally free to fuck up your liver and your lungs.

You start doing your makeup, you put on your favorite dress and then you sit on the bed, with a cigarette in your mouth, waiting for someone to remember about you and your feelings.

Finally you hear the bell. You are excited, you think that maybe someone loves you, you are not alone in this world and you open your eyes -

Windows have grates, you have a single bed and next to you there is an old lady sleeping.

Your shoes have no laces.

No mirrors, no phones, no lighters, no glass, just some books on your night table.

A nurse starts yelling at you.

Haven’t you heard the bell ringing? Time for dinner ladies!

You put on your hoodie, your headphones and then you go downstairs, pretending to eat because in fact you love when they call you skeleton.

December is the toughest month of the year for me. Depression hits harder than ever and systematically i try to put everything to an end.

It’s been two years since i haven’t celebrate new year’s eve, Christmas nor my birthday.

Maybe this year will be different.

Maybe i will be with my friends and not inside a mental hospital,

Maybe i will be in a grave.

Take a decision Aria.

i’m tired. i just can’t keep going