Is it bad if I tell you to love me just like this?

I am not really there and I am there

I am more and less than nothing

Is it bad if I tell you to call me to say good morning even though I am not really sure I will pick up?

Is it bad if I tell you to care for me when I can’t even care for myself, when I can’t bring myself to eat, to smile, to even breath?

Is it bad if I tell you to love me just like this?

I know I am bad to love I know that really well.

I will take more than I will give.

I am more weed than flower.

More chrysalis than butterfly.

More bad days than good days.

More gray areas than sane.

More of nothing, than of something.

Is it bad if I tell you to love me just like this?

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Link to the Italian translation