Dos Días

Oh god, if you could
erase me from my mind
two days of my life
two dormant stories.
The flowers that I have left
in that park shining
are flowers from my past
memories that I have cried.
And the old ones at night
cry resigned
they get up in the morning
to flowers in hand.
There are photos and in them they are silent
recorded since my childhood
there are parts of that house
that are worthless now.
I want to get out, I want to live
I want to be able to see myself smile again
to my pain I don't want anymore
rip it out please
can't take it anymore!