C’s law

Thirty-seven years
just laying here and there
glanced by a guilty mother
feeding me like a bag

Thirty seven years<
trying to understand
trying to find to a way
to escape this pain

Thirty seven years
building a plan
day by day
thought by thought

Thirty-seven to years
to get this moment
to repair all mistakes
due to my birth

Look mamy, I wanna hug
Closer mamy, Lean over me
Over that knife, diving in you
Ccome mamy, all around me

Look mamy, I’m back in your womb
Why aren’t you smilling?
Why dont you say a word?
Can’t you see, I want to rebirth?