Inside and beyond

At the end of the evening, my eyes are tired. I´m not talking but I`m shouting. I`m not kidding. And I miss you like everyday in my life.
Shut your mouth little boy or little girl with nails in your knees--"so old in your shoes"--and a chain al arround your fucking soul.
Your mind is not enough, stupid boy. Your hands and arms are weak. Your voice is a wishper in the jungle... what ARE you?... what do you perform?...
There is no answer for nobody here. Welcome, anyway.