My body wakes up heavy
It's not tiredness
It's weight
It's the whole world on top of me
Demanding I back down
Hands that lift everything
But can't hold their own child
Words stuck in my throat
Swallowed along with the trash
It's not sadness
Sadness has an end
This is existing
Without knowing why I am here
Thrown into this world
That didn't ask me
If I wanted to arrive
I just arrived
I just arrived
Nausea
The name I gave to this pain
Nausea
Of existing without being the author
They gave me a life
That I didn't ask for
Nausea
Of being free
And not having left here
I pretend to my son
That everything's settled
Inside, I'm rubble
I'm November
I'm forgotten
Money doesn't cover it
Dignity vanishes
And the devil laughs
While I swallow my hunger
No need to tempt me
I'm already selling myself for crumbs
I'm already bowing before the war
I'm already losing before the battle
But the clarity that remains
Is a knife that never tires
I no longer believe
In God
In man
In hope
Nausea
The name I gave to this pain
Nausea
Of existing without being the author
They gave me a life
That I didn't ask for
Nausea
Of being free
And not having left here
I no longer ask for an explanation
I no longer wait for salvation
I've swallowed so many promises
That my stomach is a prison
The gazes of others condemn me
Without judgment
Without a court
I exist
And that is my punishment
I exist
And that alone is fatal
I exist and it hurts
I exist and it hurts
I exist
And the world knows
And the world does nothing
I exist
I exist