I know that everyone will forget me.
I knew it since I found out that I can't leave, or I can't change who I am.
I've spent my entire life searching for a way out and I've always find myself at the same point, just running around for thing I don't need, trying to be someone else.
I didn't even know for what I was living or fighting and keep on going trying again and again to convince people that I was worth it that I could be someone.
I kept my dreams with for 19 years I still have them all with me but the difference between then and now is that now I have to face them.
I thought I would was a flower on winter but I'm just a flower on spring non one will actually see me 🌸
