Between 2 ways...

Between absence, silence and what are left are words to understand, to seek meaning and to fit them ... Only attitudes enough to understand that something happens, but, that will stop happening ... Just like a candle, you simply put it off ...
Between tears and much pain, this is my depression described in few letters, ... The loneliness that reigns my life, the agony that is responsible for waking me up in the morning, faith in God that keeps me sustained, but my heart, not ... My heart does not have a heart ... Why? Because it's over, because the silence explained to me that it's better absent than present, because after so many promises who reigns is ... Because after so many dreams the value was gone ... Because after feeling his hand no longer feel
Between absence and silence, I can only understand that I was born to be alone, that I was born to fight for God, that you should never swear eternal love if you do not feel secure.
Between absence and silence I can only wait, wait to be able to speak, to breathe again ... Wait to be born again from these ashes, from the fire that consumed me to the final...