La storia di Sam [English translation]

My name is Sam and I am thirteen years old

I wanted to read my name in history books

I wanted to write stories like they do

I wanted to be someone just like them

But the mask I am wearing only to please others has made me left alone with time

And now, when I am overdosing, where are my favorite singers?

Xanax, Coca, Lexotan, Vicodin

I took a mix of drugs and psychopharmaceuticals

Look at my body lying on the ground as I touch bottom

God, this shit is talking to me, please save me

I don't know what is the plot and I know the finale

Here, there is no happy ending like in fairy tales

I would like to come back to when nothing was wrong

And living was a side effect

Also an angel can lose wings

Look at the sky, another star will go out today

I am still here

But who will save me?

This is the plot of a half-written tale

God created the world in seven days

And I managed to detroy mine in seven days

I, who was willing to sell my dreams because of that

I left everyone without saying goodbye

I stopped talking with my heart

When I understood that thoughts hide between the silences of words

I discovered that the addiction to medicines and drugs

Is a symptom of depression

So I am going somewhere else

I don't know where

Or at least I hope it will be a better place

They will tell me that I am not good.

But a problem becomes a problem the day you give it a name

If I didn't listen to the other people

Now I would be here to tell you what I am writing

I would do it until my last breath

If I listened to myself a little more, maybe I would be alive

Also an angel can lose wings

Look at the sky, another star will go out today

I am still here

But who will save me?

This is the plot of a half-written tale