Bleeding

So tireless,
This how I should feel
But I’m at a loss
I’m in two minds,
Please close my eyes!
Let me not see disgrace
Let me see you!
Reality is harsh,
Always picking on me,
Give me strength
Towards a mad world,
A staggering sadness
Avoiding me from being alive,
A hefty sorrow
Carrying me
Into an endless suffering...
(o Homem é um ser para a morte- Sartre)