Days are passing by.
Albums, music and songs.
Dad comes everyday at 9 pm.
Dinner, breakfast and lunch.
Mother, she’s watching tv.
Internet, movies and blogs.
Brother has a girlfriend.
Food, drinks and ice-cream.
Friends, somewhere hidding from me.
Me, i’m looking the walls.
Lonellyness, sadness, i am a mess.
Days are passing by…